As for the System?
It was an external object. No one was certain if he would still exist when Fangzheng had forgotten his true self.
Shaking his head, he threw these useless thoughts to the back of his mind.
At that moment, Squirrel ran in and asked, "Master, Master, we told the seller to send it to One Finger Monastery, but they didn't believe us. What do we do?"
Fangzheng was surprised. "They don't believe you?"
Squirrel said, "That's right. They said that Abbot Fangzheng is a man of god. It's impossible for him to buy their trashy food."
Fangzheng laughed dryly. "This child is really honest. Why are you still buying when they tell you it's trashy food?"
Squirrel said, "Good ones are too expensive. The money you gave isn't enough."
Fangzheng coughed dryly and stroked Squirrel's head. "In the future, beat around the bush a little. Don't be too direct. My heart isn't too good."
