"You're a very interesting monk. It's not like we won't pay you, so you just recite a few verses to pray for the deceased. Why are you so reluctant?"

"That's right, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda and saving one ghost. I feel the merits are not much different!"

Several excited family members of the cultivators even grabbed the emaciated monk's cassock and refused to give it away, with the intention of forcibly buying sutra chanting services.

"The poor monk Hun Kexi has just been a monk for less than two days. He has not learned any scriptures or anything. Please give me mercy, please forgive me!"

The thin monk's voice was calm. Even though the cassock on his body was almost torn, he was still neither anxious nor angry.

With a smile on his face and a calm and serene look in his eyes, he allowed everyone around him to push and push him.

Showing extremely high self-cultivation and Buddhist behavior!

"Stop pretending, you and I both know each other's identities. We're all pretty much the same, and we don't have high requirements. You understand the sense of ritual!"

"That's right, it just needs a sense of ceremony. After all, this place is not Kuhan Temple. How can there be a truly enlightened monk!"

"Okay, please do it. We are all psychologically uncomfortable. We all came out to seek life together, and as a result, many of us couldn't go back!"

"With your current temperament, even the eminent monks of Kuhan Temple may not be as good as you!"

But no matter how patiently the emaciated monk explained, the family members of the deceased monks around him would not let go.

After all, this temperament is so real!

"Hun Kexi, have you become a monk?"

Fang Xiu lowered his sword and looked at Hun Kexi, who had his hands clasped together and had no distracting thoughts, and was greatly shocked in his heart.

Is this still the remnant of the Soul Palace who killed people a few days ago, whose hands were stained with blood, and who couldn't walk around when he saw a woman?

The changes have been too great.

If Hun Kexi's appearance and skin color weren't so special, Fang Xiu wouldn't dare to identify him.

"Fang Xiu, I've finally waited for you!"

Hun Kexi calmly raised his eyes. The moment Fang Xiu's figure came into view, his calm mind finally collapsed!

"Eight days, do you know how I spent these eight days?"

Hun Kexi's eyes filled with tears, and her thin body could not help but tremble.

Ever since he and Fang Xiu made that unfortunate oath, the misery he felt every day was ten thousand times more miserable than his half-life experience of licking blood as a mercenary.

It wasn't until three days ago that he suddenly realized that the reason why he was so miserable was probably related to the oath he had made.

This situation has improved.

For three days, Hun Kexi had no distracting thoughts, quit smoking, drinking, eating meat, and sex, and did not take a bath.

He lives a better life than a monk.

If the program team hadn't just informed him to come over to act, he would have almost forgotten his identity as a mercenary and actor.

"Because my little poisonous pill is not as good as a big punishment but a small one?"

Fang Xiu blinked.

"This is it!"
Chapter completed!