He gently pushed open the meditation room. After all, there was no Zen Master One Finger inside, but everything returned to the moment when Zen Master One Finger passed away.
Although the brick bed was in shambles, it was clean. The mattress was neatly folded and placed on the top of the brick bed. There was also a pair of shoes on the floor. It was a pair of cloth shoes that the villagers didn't want. For convenience, Zen Master One Finger mended it to become a pair of slippers.
Back then, Fangzheng had thought that the shoe had been thrown away by the System. But now, he realized that the System had not thrown it away. All it did was help him stow it away.
The cabinet was still the old-fashioned, red-painted cabinet. When it was opened, it was filled with all sorts of patched monk robes.
