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Zhou Fei pinched two fingers together, and the woman's soul condensed into a snow-white pearl between his fingers. He gently placed the pearl inside his sleeve before looking up at the old monk from the Vajra Temple. Zhou Fei's tone was no longer as casual as before as he directly said, "Let's talk about that azure garment again. I know it's related to you, and Zhong Qiu especially came to the temple for this garment before."
However, the old monk was still unwilling to talk about this matter, and his eyes were filled with nostalgia as he gazed at the lush green forest outside his thatched cottage. "I have a junior brother, and we studied Buddhism together when we were young. He said that he was unable to accept the existence of sad stories.
"When he came across sad stories, he would inevitably think that Buddhas existed in the world, so how was the mortal world still filled with so many sad stories? What could he change even if he became a Buddha? I left the small temple in my hometown afterward, so I don't know if my junior brother... has become a Buddha yet."
Zhou Fei suppressed the anger in his mind before lightly shaking his head and sneering, "How can someone from such a small place become a genuine Buddha? You're overthinking things, Old Monk."
The old monk shook his head and replied, "I simply want to know whether my junior brother is still alive. After all these years, I truly crave a bowl of rice porridge made by my junior brother."
Zhou Fei was just about to stand up, and he said, "I don't have time to speak in circles with you anymore. I'll send you on your way now, and you can ask your junior brother whether he can still make rice porridge in the afterlife."
The old monk smiled faintly and asked with a calm expression, "Zhou Fei, can you fulfill one request from me if I help you obtain that Golden Arhat Body from the...
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