(Another week has begun, folks, vote for those recommendation tickets already, with so much text written, still not even ten thousand votes, praise be to Buddha!)
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"Benefactor, I see that your complexion is poor, and your forehead is darkened, I fear a great disaster is imminent!"
Just as Xiao Yi had walked a short distance from the Azure Waterfront, and had just reached a small street ahead, a monk dressed in a filthy yellow robe, with a plump face and a smile that resembled Maitreya Buddha, suddenly blocked his path and looked at him with a grin.
"A real monk?"
Xiao Yi looked at the monk in surprise, his gaze fixed on the nine very conspicuous scars of discipline on his head, and with his eyesight, he immediately saw that these nine spots were genuinely branded on the monk's head, not like those fake monks who buy such marks to pose as authoritative and professional for deceiving others.
