Day one, studying Buddhist scriptures.
Day two, studying Buddhist scriptures.
Day three, observing water, observing water—what happened to the plan of seizing the Heaven-Mending Stone fragments? I can't keep procrastinating!
Day four, studying Buddhist scriptures.
Of course, the scriptures he read weren't orthodox teachings, but rather some amusing Buddhist anecdotes... Mainly because he was new here and needed to lower their guard. Hence, he couldn't do anything else and had to stick to reading.
Bit by bit, even the monk guarding the Scriptural Repository grew familiar with him.
The monks in this temple were all peculiar. The novice monks looked relatively normal, but the adult monks typically had gaunt, lifeless visages, as if they'd been ruthlessly squeezed dry by excessive labor.
