"Master Buchi, who was visiting our temple, was injured in the Sutra Library last night after a confrontation with the thief."
Zhou Yi remained silent.
But alarm bells were ringing in his heart.
This thief, who could harm the Four Vajras of Jingnian Zen Temple, must be no small matter.
He and the young novice monk walked all the way to the altar near the main hall. They found a quiet spot, took a cushion, and sat down, waiting for the Dharma Assembly to begin, listening to the old monks' lectures.
Mu Daoren and Shan Xiongxin were drowsy, and occasionally a monk would approach them for a chat.
Except for the occasional loud shout of "Tianpeng Juanlian," the two men mumbled and stammered, saying "Shan Zai Shan Zai."
The local monks in Fule wanted to laugh, but were hesitant, so they h
