The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism-Chapter 1463: A Ghost?

“Yes!” Fangzheng knew very well that without his cell phone, he became deaf and mute to the world. He had completely lost his ability to understand the world. It wasn’t to contact others, but to not be blind or deaf, he had to switch on his cell phone.

At the next moment, Fangzheng had a talisman in his hand. With the talisman in hand, he did not stand on ceremony and quickly slapped it onto his cell phone.

Red Boy’s eyes lit up when he saw this scene. He nearly drooled as he said, “Master, can you let me use the cell phone?”

“You are a child. Why would you need a cell phone?” Fangzheng waved his hand and said. What a joke. He had not had his fun yet!

Red Boy said indignantly, “Master, I’m already more than three thousand years old! I’m no longer a child!”

Fangzheng said, “You are already so old. Why would you need a cell phone? What if your eyes suffer from shortsightedness? Besides, don’t use a cell phone when driving. Don’t drive when using a cell phone. Focus on driving!”

Red Boy exclaimed, “Master, can we be more serious? I’m steering clouds, not driving!”

Fangzheng stroked his head in all seriousness and said, “I’m already very serious. What’s so different between steering clouds and driving cars? There’s the fear of colliding into people on the ground, and there’s the fear of colliding into birds in the sky. It’s all life, so how can we be biased? Drive well. We can talk when we get home.”

What else could Red Boy say? He could only admit to his fate of meeting such a shameless master. He emphasized, “Master, you said it. We’ll talk when we get home.”

“Alright.” Fangzheng nodded and started playing with his cell phone.

The moment he switched on his cell phone and logged into WeChat, countless pop-up windows popped up on Fangzheng’s WeChat. The number of messages were replaced with “…” instead of an actual number. When he opened it, although he didn’t have many WeChat friends, almost everyone left him a bunch of messages.

At first, it was a question, but later on, it was a casual chat…

Fang Yunjing kept asking, “Abbot Fangzheng, are you there? When I was traveling in Guangxi, were you that master and disciple?”

Ma Juan showed a picture. “Abbot Fangzheng, we already know that you haven’t ascended. You won’t be able to escape! Wait for us to dig you out! Look at our equipment—a professional explorer’s set. We are setting off!”

As expected, Ma Juan showcased quite a lot of equipment. There were all kinds of bags, big and small. She even had an oxygen tank! She looked very confident, full of vigor, and looked like an explorer.

However, Fangzheng immediately realized that the pictures below had a different tune. The equipment included searchlights, flares, entrenching tools, shovels…

Fangzheng had the feeling that Ma Juan and company were not looking for him but digging holes to find rats? Or were they excavating graves?

However, the later pictures returned to normal. Ma Juan showed the photos of her first day out of the city, and she rested every few minutes… She spent almost the entire day resting… Clearly, the students were ambitious, but they overestimated their physical fitness.

Zhao Datong also sent many messages. The content was much simpler. The earliest messages had a picture of three incense sticks and the scene of burning paper money, like he was paying respects to the dead…

Fangzheng looked at the pictures and had the urge to hit someone for the first time…

Jing Yan had a lot of information. At first, she asked if he was present, but later, she asked where he was. Then, she asked every day… Later on, she simply sent out many cases of social injustices, hoping that Fangzheng could show himself. However, in the end, she used her own strength and the government’s powers to resolve them perfectly. Therefore, there were fewer requests for help and more questions and longing.

Li Xueying’s messages were mostly pictures of various expressions. She kept asking: “Are you there? Are you there? Are you there?”

The recent comments became, “I know you’re here, why aren’t you speaking?”

Is that old monk you? Stop pretending. All of us recognize you.

What surprised Fangzheng the most was Wanderer Tranquil’s comment. There was only one sentence: “Come visit when you have the time.”

It happened to be the second day after Fangzheng ascended. In other words, Wanderer Tranquil didn’t believe that Fangzheng had ascended!

Fangzheng wiped his nose and mumbled. “Is this a woman’s intuition or something? It’s terrifying…”

One Finger Village’s villagers left the most number of messengers, but Wang Yougui and Tan Juguo had the least number of messages. The two would occasionally say, “Once you’ve had enough fun, come home…”

Fangzheng scratched his nose. Indeed, those who watched him grow up knew him best. He could not hide from them.

Fangzheng did not reply to everyone’s messages. Instead, he continued acting dead.

As he continued reading the recent news, Fangzheng was given a fright. He had once again dominated the headlines! Furthermore, pictures of him as Zen Master One Finger were posted everywhere—on websites, Tieba forums, etc!

Almost every news website had set up a Fangzheng section for people to chat about him.

Similarly, nearly all the media outlets said: “Fangzheng might not have left. He’s still in the mortal world.”

There were even people who dug out the identity of the person Fangzheng had transformed into. Zen Master One Finger once again entered everyone’s sights. As for Zen Master One Finger’s death, it was naturally dug out. For a dead person to turn into a living person and even have a young monk in tow, was there a need to say anything else?

Therefore, everyone shouted: “Fangzheng, come out!”

When Fangzheng saw this, he felt a little touched. He mumbled, “It feels good to be remembered.”

As he spoke, Red Boy had already lowered the cloud with Fangzheng and returned to Mt. One Finger.

Just as they landed, Red Boy shouted, “Master, can I use the phone? We agreed to talk when we returned to the monastery.”

Fangzheng nodded. “That’s right. Let’s talk about it after we return to the monastery. And the outcome of the talk is—no!”

Red Boy’s face instantly darkened. He had been f**king tricked by this bald donkey again!

Seeing Red Boy in such a state, Fangzheng shook his head helplessly and threw the cell phone at him. “Look at how useless you are. Take it.”

Red Boy took the cell phone and was overjoyed. He ran to the side to play with it.

Upon seeing Red Boy holding the cell phone, Lone Wolf and company’s eyes lit up. Just because they didn’t like going down the mountain didn’t mean that they didn’t like learning about interesting things. Using their cell phones to watch the fun didn’t need starving. Therefore it was very popular amongst them. All of them crowded around the cell phones.

Fangzheng ignored them. Now that he had money, he could consider making plans for One Finger Monastery.

One Finger Monastery was still dilapidated. He had no intention of renovating it, but he had to resolve the matter of food.

He bought some Crystal Rice seeds and planted them, waiting for the harvest tomorrow.

After buying some slowly growing seeds, Fangzheng used wood to make some wooden tools. He ploughed the original Crystal Rice paddy and restored it.

Crystal Rice could grow even in the northeastern winter, so Fangzheng knew that it was not afraid of the cold. Although winter in the south was very cold, it was not as cold as the northeast. At the very least, there would not be frozen soil.

In that case, Fangzheng didn’t care if the season was right or not. He just planted it!

It was night by the time everything was done. He led his disciples to sit on the mountaintop and looked at the stars in the sky as he recounted the story outside. He originally believed that he could lead a carefree life, but One Finger Monastery began to turn spooky.