The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism
chapter-1148

"Ding! Congratulations. You have completed the Formless Door mission. Do you want to draw the prize and return to One Finger Monastery?" asked the System.

Fangzheng thought for a moment and shook his head. "Forget it. I don't have the green robe with me, so I won't be drawing. This Penniless Monk came out to hide and relax. Why would This Penniless Monk be in a hurry to return?"

With that said, Fangzheng began to stroll along the streets of Nanjing, admiring the beautiful scenery of the city and whatever uniqueness it showcased. It was tranquil amidst the din.

Although there were many people and vehicles around him, the beauties in Nanjing exposed their long legs and slender waists, fully exuding the beauty of women from Jiangnan.

Fangzheng didn't shun beauty either. He took a few more glances at the beautiful girls, earning him a giggle from them. "Heh, look at that monk. The way he's looking at us…"

The girls wanted to say that he was looking at them with a perverted look, but his pure, limpid gaze and simple level of admiration of beauty made them swallow back their words. Instead, they blushed and giggled once more before quickly disappearing into the distance.

"The world is so beautiful. It's a pity that people always like to be in a hurry to chase after those unnoticeable pieces of the pie. Yet, they don't know how to stop in their tracks and take in the beautiful scenery around them. Sigh. Lonely are the happy times, yet beautiful the world remains. Beauties are everywhere, their fragrance lingers despite the wind."

"Dear friend, are you also here to participate in the Chinese fashion selection?" A young refined man who stuck out like a sore thumb suddenly came over.

Fangzheng turned his head and saw a young man with a long hairstyle that matched ancient times. He was dressed in a classical Chinese-style white robe and held a folding fan in his hand. He looked like a scion from ancient times.

Just as Fangzheng was about to say something, the man suddenly exclaimed. "Wow! If I hadn't known that Abbot Fangzheng was in the northeast, I would have imagined you were him! Brother, isn't your outfit way too similar to his? It's a hundred percent match! If you stood next to Abbot Fangzheng, people would take you to be his twin!"

As he spoke, the man leaned in closer to carefully observe Fangzheng. Suddenly, he exclaimed. "That's not right. You are Abbot Fangzheng! F**k, Abbot Fangzheng is here!"

This guy seemed to be a little silly as he suddenly yelled.

Before Fangzheng could stop him, the surrounding people reacted and looked over. Everyone's gaze landed on his bald head.

At that instant, Fangzheng felt a little guilty…

However, on second thought, he was himself. Why did he need to feel guilty? Hence, he pressed his palms together and said, "Amitabha. Hello, Patrons."

"It's really Abbot Fangzheng! Abbot Fangzheng, can you give me an autograph?"

"Abbot Fangzheng, aren't you in the northeast? Why are you here?" someone shouted in a northeast accent.

"Abbot Fangzheng, can I have a selfie with you?"

…

With Fangzheng's admission, the surroundings turned chaotic. The people in Nanjing were just like their city. Filled with passion, they instantly surrounded Fangzheng.

Fangzheng looked at the man in the ancient costume with a bitter look. He looked apologetic as well, but he immediately joined the crowd. What else could Fangzheng say? All he could do was take selfies, hand out autographs, and answer questions…

Only when the patrolling police came to maintain order did Fangzheng escape pathetically.

"Haha, Abbot Fangzheng, we meet again!"

Fangzheng took a look and realized that the person in charge of maintaining order was the policeman who had previously captured the robber. When they met again, Fangzheng found him even more endearing as he hurriedly bowed. "Thank you, Patron."

"There's no need for that. Master, this is my colleague. Why don't we take a picture together?" The policeman chuckled.

The young policeman was a little shy and a little excited.

Fangzheng naturally couldn't reject the benefactors who had saved him. Hence, with Fangzheng standing in the middle, the two policemen stood straight at attention beside him, wearing a solemn expression that exuded the feeling of triumphing over evil.

As for Fangzheng, he wore a warm smile as he placed his hands in front of him.

Kacha!

After the photo was taken, Fangzheng was liberated.

As for the man in the ancient costume, he immediately came forward and said, "Abbot Fangzheng, I'm Li Bohan. I'm your die-hard fan!"

Fangzheng really wanted to give this somewhat silly man who acted like he was very familiar with him a slap. What kind of die-hard fan are you? You nearly screwed me over!

However, the man's smile was extremely pure. Furthermore, Fangzheng could sense that although the young man was silly, he was extremely likable. At the very least, Fangzheng didn't hate him.

Just as Fangzheng was about to say something, he heard someone behind him shout. "The police have left!"

Fangzheng's heart palpitated when he heard that. His fingers had already started trembling from the amount of autographs he had handed out. To do it again? It would kill him!

Hence, Fangzheng ran without turning back. He rushed out of the crowd and turned into an alley. In the end, it was a dead end! Fangzheng was too deep for tears. He thought to himself, "It's over. The heavens are not giving This Penniless Monk a chance to have fun. Forget it, I'm returning to the monastery!"

With a thought, Fangzheng vanished.

Almost at the same time, Li Bohan and his group of fans rushed over, but the alley was empty…

While Fangzheng was making a stir, everyone was having quite a lot of fun, but there was someone on the brink of tears.

Tojo, or Luo Hao, had been brought home by his wife where he was treated by a doctor. This temporarily preserved his life.

Now that the surgery was over, Luo Hao lay in bed, still conscious. However, his eyes were gone, and a huge chunk of his ears was gone. Nonetheless, he could still hear.

Luo Hao's wife sat by the bed. On the opposite wall was a huge, curved television. It was currently playing the local news.

"Old Luo, it's fine. Isn't it just being blind? I'll be your eyes," Luo Hao's wife comforted him with a sobbing tone. However, her face was filled with coldness, and she didn't seem to feel any pity.

Luo Hao nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "I can't let those three bastards off easily!"

Luo Hao's wife was about to nod when she heard a piece of news on the television. Then…

"We received breaking news that the chairman of the civilian-run enterprise, Round Table Corporation, Luo Hao, is actually a weeaboo! That's right, it's that famous Luo Hao that you're familiar with. He publicly called the Japanese taijin and the Chinese shinajin. Furthermore, it's alleged that if not for the sake of expanding his corporation to make a name for himself, he would have long given up on staying in China and migrated to Japan. He has even made plans to settle in Japan during his retirement…"

"How did they find out about my alternate account?" Luo Hao suddenly called out.

"Well, reporters can smell blood like sharks…" Luo Hao's wife grumbled, but her expression didn't match her words.

At this moment, Luo Hao's wife received a phone call. Out of habit, she turned on the speaker, only to hear the caller say, "Manager Lu, bad news! News of our boss being a weeaboo has spread. There are now weeaboo pictures of him all over the Internet. There are also three videos of him that prove his weeaboo activities!"