"So the poor monk returned to the mountain gate and told our uncles and master about the matter."
"The result was a great disappointment to me."
Recalling that scene in the great hall from the past, Shen Hui's expression couldn't help but twist slightly into a fierce scowl.
Whether it was the tenant farmers at the foot of Mount Daguangming or those at the foot of the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple, even if Shen Hui spoke eloquently as a blooming lotus, he was unable to persuade the monks within the temple to heed his advice.
The chasm between practicality and idealism was even wider than he had imagined.
Unexpectedly, all his senior brothers and elders reprimanded him and confined him to his quarters for a month, until he repeatedly promised to meet with Chun Ya and then immediately return to the Buddhist temple. Only then did his master allow him to go.
