Fangzheng said, "I will be publishing books from today onwards. Please address This Penniless Monk as a scholar in the future."
"Uh… Master, aren't we monks?" Squirrel asked.
"So what? Can't a monk write a book? Can't he be a scholarly person? Go away and don't disturb This Penniless Monk's publication." Fangzheng waved his hand.
Squirrel simply acknowledged and prepared to leave.
But the moment he turned around, Fangzheng suddenly thought of something. He pricked up his brows and shouted. "Actually, Jingkuan, come over. See if you can understand what This Penniless Monk wrote."
Squirrel was taken aback. He had been in One Finger Monastery for so long. Ignoring everything else, he had already learned most of the Chinese characters. It wasn't only him, Monkey, and Salted Fish, they were also able to read and write without any hindrance. It was just that their handwriting was ugly…
