Any monk would want such a Dharma treasure!
Back when Fangzheng watched Journey to the West when he was young, he had said to Zen Master One Finger, "If I ever have such a kasaya, I'll definitely spread it and flaunt it!"
In less than two days, a scene of a greedy monastery abbot stealing a kasaya and a black bear spirit knocking on his door gave Fangzheng such a fright that he had to recite scriptures for several days, afraid that he would be targeted by demons.
But now that Fangzheng had grown up and wasn't afraid of demons, and he had the System, he naturally had thoughts about the kasaya. One of the reasons why he didn't buy or make a kasaya was that he was looking forward to the day he could obtain the kasaya from the System.
Now that his wish had been fulfilled, how could he not be happy? Not to mention jumping, it was just that the building wasn't tall enough. Otherwise, who knew how high he could jump …
More importantly, he had drawn an imitation of the kasaya once, but that imitation was green. Unless no one was around, he would rather die than wear it! Now that he had drawn another one, it was impossible for the System to give him the exact same one. Fangzheng didn't insist on it. It was fine as long as it wasn't green!
Therefore, Fangzheng composed himself and asked softly, "System, you gave me one of these kasayas before. Why is there another one? Has your cassock factory gone bankrupt? Are you in a rush to sell it? "
"Who told you that it's an imitation?" the System returned with a question.
Fangzheng was taken aback. It wasn't an imitation? Could it be? With this in mind, Fangzheng's heart palpitated as he asked with a trembling voice, "The original?"
"Yea!" the System replied.
Fangzheng laughed out loud when he heard that. He yearned to find the System and give it a kiss! He exclaimed inwardly, "I've hit the jackpot!"
The System continued. "However, this kasaya belongs to the Buddha of Sandalwood Merit. He said that only those with great perseverance and merit can wear this kasaya and reveal its full appearance. Therefore, this is a sealed kasaya. "
"Forget about the kasaya. As long as it's the original, it's fine. Hand it over!" Fangzheng was truly anxious.
The System chuckled, and a blob of yellow light appeared in front of Fangzheng the next moment. He grabbed it, and the yellow light shattered as a red kasaya appeared in his hand. Fangzheng shook it open and was instantly dumbfounded!
It was indeed a red kasaya, but there were none of the pearls, agate, luminous pearls, emeralds, and whatnot! On the contrary, there were quite a few patches! If there was anything about this monastic robe that resembled an embroidered monastic robe, it would probably be clean.
The kasaya was very tattered. It was the most tattered kasaya Fangzheng had ever seen. There were as many as nine patches!
Upon seeing the tattered kasaya, Fangzheng's face turned livid. He gulped and said, "System Bro, tell me. Back when Tripiṭaka wore this tattered kasaya to meet the king and Buddha, how was he not beaten to death by them?"
However, the System remained silent.
Fangzheng asked a few more times, but the System did not respond. Fangzheng knew that the System was being shameless and not giving him a chance to return the goods.
However, Fangzheng didn't mind. He wore the tattered embroidered kasaya and stood in front of the mirror. He pricked up his brows and turned around, muttering to himself. "Not bad. It fits me quite well. Now, This Penniless Monk finally understands why Tripiṭaka encountered so many demons and so few bandits. If a fool saw how poor he was, they probably wouldn't rob him. If they really wanted to, they wouldn't even be able to make a few trips back and forth. "
With this in mind, Fangzheng put away the kasaya, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep in a daze. In his dream, he dreamed that he was wearing an embroidered kasaya with all its seals undone. He stood in front of everyone — he was married. Then, Buddha suddenly appeared and pressed down with his palm.
"Hold on!" Fangzheng shouted as he sat up abruptly. Looking out the window, he saw that it was almost daybreak.
After tidying up everything, he called for Ong and headed straight for the venue. They weren't too close to the venue, so they could only take a taxi.
But the further they went, the more Fangzheng found something amiss. The cars around him seemed to be more extravagant than the last!
BMWs, Mercedes-Benz, and Audis basically didn't have a chance to make an appearance. The cars that drove past his car were either Bentleys or Rolls-Royces.
There were even monks who galloped past on steeds.
There were even some who rode on elephants as they passed by.
As for Fangzheng's car …
"Master, can't we pass?" Ong asked.
"Sir, how are we to pass? There's a grand event going on ahead. Look, the police have sealed off the roads. We have to let these VIPs pass before it's our turn. Let's just wait, "the driver said helplessly.
Ong said, "What grand event is it? Are these guys performing acrobatics? "
"That's something you don't understand. There's an annual religious conference being held ahead. It's a religious conference for all of Southeast Asia. Even our esteemed king will appear. The people passing by aren't performing acrobatics, but representatives of various religions. It's fine if you say that, but don't speak nonsense. Otherwise, getting beaten up would be a light punishment, but it would be terrible if you were locked up. "The driver clearly wasn't a devout believer, but he had a good heart. He warned Ong out of goodwill.
Ong immediately objected. "Driver, look, we have a master here too. We are also here to participate in the conference. Tell the police to let us go as well. "
The driver was taken aback when he heard that. He looked at Fangzheng's tender face before looking at the burly Ong who looked like a thug. He shook his head like a rattle drum. "Sir, can you stop joking? You are participating in a religious conference? You don't look like a religious person at all. This Venerable One looks a little like one, but he's too young. He should still be an intern in a monastery, right? It's good that you want to participate in the conference, but you don't have the right to barge in. You will be jailed. "
"Who's barging in? This is China's best Venerable One, Mt. One Finger's One Finger Monastery's Abbot Fangzheng! "Ong was displeased.
However, the driver still shook his head. "It's useless to be a Venerable One. Do you have an invitation?"
Ong was left speechless as he subconsciously looked at Fangzheng as though he was saying, "Why don't you show me your invitation?"
Fangzheng smiled. "There's always a need to open up. It doesn't matter if we go early or late. Calm down."
Ong didn't know what was on Fangzheng's mind. Seeing Fangzheng remain calm as though he wasn't affected by anything, he pressed his palms together and said in admiration, "As you wish, Master."
Fangzheng spoke casually, but his heart was bleeding. He once again had the urge to chop off his hands. Why was he so despicable back then!? Why didn't he handle it himself? He was too deep for tears!
The driver didn't understand Chinese either, so when he saw what the two were saying, Ong didn't rush him. He hummed a tune and waited patiently.
However, Fangzheng was a little curious as he asked, "Patron, these people are outsiders. Why are they using such extravagant things when they come out? Isn't this not in line with the teachings? "
The driver shook his head. "Master, you aren't aware of this. This is an international conference. Wearing luxurious kasayas and riding luxurious cars is a way of expressing the monastery's strength. Those who can ride luxurious cars definitely have a lot of incense offerings and money to spare. On the contrary, those who come on foot or like us don't have any incense offerings. This is a huge gathering. No matter how much one jumps out of the Three Realms, they will still fall into the Five Elements. This is a grand gathering, but it's also a competition between monasteries and countries. At times like this, no one will play the simple game. Everyone will flaunt as much as they can, afraid that you don't know how strong they are. "
Fangzheng was left speechless. He never expected the world to turn out this way.
Ong whispered. "Master, why don't we rent a better car? Pack it up? "
Fangzheng thought nothing of it. "Buddhist cultivation is for oneself, not for flaunting one's wealth. There's no need for that."
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