[A master really was a master. A single pair of underpants was worth so much money! He was practically a walking gold nugget.]
Master Huiming had no desire to be a walking gold nugget.
He had not even known his clothes could sell for so much.
If it had been any other garment, he might have been a little happier.
Money was money, after all. Though the temple received plenty of offerings, they were still insufficient for spreading the teachings and instructing disciples. With more funds, they could establish more places of worship and enlighten more people.
But these were his underpants! Which wretched sinner had dragged his dignity beyond the country's borders?
The system kept talking, and Jiang Shuyue listened with relish. Even the vegetarian dishes in her mouth tasted better.
[Before entering the monastery, Master Huiming was the son of a court official. He had few interests in his youth beyond playing chess and reading Buddhist scriptures. When the late emperor wanted to select a Buddhist disciple to spread the teachings, he felt that his springtime had arrived and immediately volunteered to shave his head.]
[Now this little novice has followed his example, and even surpassed him. Master Huiming has eyes only for all living beings and the Buddha, but the little novice has room in his heart for Master Huiming too.]
[He prepared a whole cabinet of identical underpants. Every time he helps Master Huiming bathe, he gives him a new pair to change into and collects the old ones. First, he sleeps with them for two nights, then he sells them.]
Jiang Shuyue understood. [Everyone has such unique tastes.]
The Crown Prince and the others thought, Unique doesn't begin to cover it. There are simply no words...
Master Huiming thought, *Every last scrap of my dignity