Chapter 956: Thank Me First

The heights are too cold for comfort.

The eaves of the Hanging Temple are covered with snow all year round, only melting away on the Bing Fire Day once a year, yet the Bodhi tree within remains lush and verdant.

The old Monk, clad in a Patchwork Robe and holding Buddha Beads, makes his way through the crowd that parts like the tide.

Everyone rises in silence, with hands joined together in prayer.

Regardless of their faith in Buddhism, those who come to listen to the sermon today all share a fundamental respect for the powerful.

The old Monk acknowledges the crowd to both sides, returning their salutations, and walks straight to the Bodhi tree. There, he lifts the hem of his robe, takes a seat cross-legged on the twisted roots, and picks up the scriptures from the table.

At this moment, the young monks carry a stack of booklet pages, weaving through the crowd, distributing one to each person, as if handing out textbooks to waiting students.

The Diamond Sutra.