Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

The young monk looked at the wooden bead in Shu Guan's palm with a somewhat astonished expression.


However, his astonishment wasn't directed at the wooden bead itself, but rather that the young man in front of him had been able to approach him without being noticed by him.


"I have a few friends in Buddhism, so I know a bit about Buddhist matters."


"I notice that the Buddha beads on your chest have a total of thirty-five beads. In Buddhism, prayer beads usually have eighteen, thirty-six, or one hundred and eight beads. Adding my bead makes it just right."


The young monk hesitated for a moment before speaking to Shu Guan.


"Master, may I first finish distributing the porridge today?"


Shu Guan smiled and nodded, standing to one side.


Those behind him continued to kneel down in front of the temple, bowing to the young monk, then went to the side to receive their porridge.


Chapter 46: The Monk Who Became a Thief (Part 3)