"One's ideals are forever perfect, but reality is an insurmountable ravine," said Fangzheng with a sigh. His ideals involved not going deep into the mountains to suffer. He wished for a warm family. Although he currently had the biggest family, with the entire One Finger Village being his home, and Old Dad One Finger being his father.
Fangzheng still wanted a home for his own. He wanted his own wife and kids. He yearned for that kind of warmth.
He shook his head and wiped away the errant thoughts from his mind before returning to the monastery.
Red Boy hurriedly chased up to him and asked, "Master, Buddhism and Daoism can come under the same umbrella, but if you place Daoist books in our Buddhist library and then spread it, are we Buddhists or Daoists?"
