With that said, Lone Wolf raised his head and walked out the monastery's door. After confirming that no one was looking at him, he ran off and ran into the forest behind the mountain. Only then did he laugh maniacally. "I made a killing. I made a killing. Haha … Let's see who dares say that I'm as stupid as a husky in the future! This Penniless Monk is smart! Haha … "
As for the others in One Finger Monastery, they gathered together and stood at the door. As they watched Lone Wolf leave, they had a nagging feeling that something was amiss!
Salted Fish stroked his chin and said, "Do you think he's angry? Don't tell me he's lying to us? "
However, it was already useless asking this question. The compensation had already been promised, so all that was left was to wait for it.
The few of them shook their heads and dispersed. However, they kept thinking about this matter …
Fangzheng didn't care much about his disciples' matters. From Fangzheng's point of view, this was a little spice in the monastery and also a little fun in life. It was just like him. When he was young, he had often caused trouble for Zen Master One Finger. Of course, he had also suffered quite a number of beatings. But now, when he thought back on those matters, they were filled with blissful memories …
Fangzheng subconsciously picked up Zen Master One Finger's photo and mumbled. "Old Dad One Finger, I really wish that you would come back and beat me up again …"
Unfortunately, Zen Master One Finger was destined not to answer him.
After closing the door, Fangzheng took out the green embroidered kasaya from the bottom of the box and draped it over his body.
In the next moment, his entire body turned green ….
Fangzheng didn't mind. He even looked at himself in the mirror and mumbled. "Actually, this kasaya is quite nice … Unfortunately, it's also green."
Shaking his head, Fangzheng stopped thinking about the matter and said to the System, "System Bro, it's time for the draw!"
"Combine them together?" asked the System.
Fangzheng said, "Definitely. Remember to double my reward! You said it yourself. It will definitely be a top treasure this time! "
"Draw?" asked the System.
Fangzheng said, "Yes!"
"Ding! Congratulations on obtaining divine power: Legacy Seal! "
Fangzheng was taken aback when he heard that.
"Legacy Seal? What's this? "Fangzheng's mind flashed with puzzlement, but he immediately began checking the specific information.
Impartation Seal: Divine ability, one of the Buddhist seal techniques. After successfully cultivating the Impartation Seal, it will be imprinted into one's bloodline. Everything that was written, written, drawn, and passed down would be marked with a bloodline imprint. All techniques could be transmitted and retrieved, and they could be controlled freely! At the same time, he could designate a certain bloodline as the inheritor, and no one else would be able to obtain the inheritance method.
When Fangzheng saw this, he came to a realization. This was apparently a form of using a Legacy Seal. By imprinting the seal on the words he said or the cultivation techniques he imparted, he could then set the permissions so that whoever he wanted to see it could see it. He could even strip the related memories of those who had seen it at any time and take back all the Dharma that had been imparted.
But what was the use of this thing?
"System, this thing you gave me doesn't seem to be of much use!" Fangzheng exclaimed.
Unfortunately, the System ignored him.
Fangzheng shouted again. He had a nagging feeling that he had suffered a huge loss! Unfortunately, the System was playing dead. What could he do?
Unwilling to give up, Fangzheng pondered over the use of the divine power for a while, but sadly, he realized that it was useless! Fangzheng finally shook his head and smiled bitterly inwardly. "What a huge loss!"
After taking off his monk robes and stuffing them under the box, Fangzheng walked out of the meditation room unhappily.
At that moment, all the disciples were busy outside. Lone Wolf was patrolling the mountain, while Fangzheng saw people throwing trash on the mountain, chopping down trees, and breaking Frost Bamboo. Red Boy and Monkey were receiving devotees.
Salted Fish once again sat on his offering table and was pelted with money …
Squirrel was on the tree, checking the situation of all the devotees in One Finger Monastery. It could be considered a tiny camera.
Since there was nothing to do, Fangzheng decided to go out and take a look. After all, as an abbot, he couldn't always not show his face …
However, the moment Fangzheng went out, he immediately regretted it. When the devotees saw him, their eyes lit up. They immediately rushed over, took pictures, and asked all sorts of questions …
For the first time, Fangzheng realized that his mouth was too small!
However, the questions someone asked made him pay attention. For example …
"Abbot Fangzheng, you have stopped your medical lectures. Then, will you continue holding classes in the future? If you do, how do you plan on holding the classes? "someone asked.
Fangzheng was taken aback. Medical lectures? If these people hadn't asked, he would have forgotten about it …
However, this was indeed a problem. He knew too much about the medical field. It wasn't something that could be taught in a few days. However, if he wanted to hold classes again? Thinking of the negative impact he had caused the last time, he decided to forget it.
Hence, Fangzheng said, "I don't have any plans to hold classes for now. Perhaps when the time is ripe, I'll hold classes again."
At the same time, Fangzheng thought of a way to resolve the problem. Spreading knowledge and saving all life was a great merit!
It was just like how he had imparted carpentry skills. Now, this skill provided him with merit every day. This was because those people relied on the skills he imparted to make a living!
However, medical skills were different. This wasn't just allowing a portion of people to make a living, it could also save more people in a fundamental sense!
With this in mind, Fangzheng had the thought of publishing a book for the first time.
With this thought in mind, Fangzheng suddenly thought of something. Then, he said in ecstasy, "I understand! Thankfully, I didn't ask for a refund. This is a true treasure! "
In his delight, Fangzheng hurriedly bade farewell to the devotees. He exclaimed that he had figured something out before he left.
When everyone saw this, they exchanged looks. However, they smiled and no one blamed Fangzheng.
After all, in China, which one of the capable people didn't have an eccentric temper? Compared to the eccentrics in history, Fangzheng's was considered normal.
Fangzheng hurriedly ran to the backyard and took out a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. He spread out a huge piece of Xuan paper and began writing in tiny regular script. The moment he started writing, he felt something different. The blood in his body was flowing at an accelerated pace. Furthermore, he could clearly sense a strange power constantly being injected into the text as he wrote.
Fangzheng knew that this was the Bloodline Seal! To put it simply, it was just a form of encryption. With it encrypted, Fangzheng could let whoever he wanted see it see it. If he wanted you to remember it, you could remember it. If he wanted to take it back, you could take it back!
As such, Fangzheng wasn't afraid that the things he wrote would be used by thieves with ulterior motives. He could finally let go of his hands and feet and impart all that he had learned!
As he wrote, he felt a little excited. This was a book that would be passed down through the ages! As long as he wrote, he was confident that his name would be immortalized! This was something many people couldn't accomplish in their entire lives!
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