“What? Venerable Salted Fish has also left the mountain?”

“Holy f*ck! Hurry up and take a photo for us!”

The other party hurriedly took a photo, and his post became popular on WeChat Moments.

“F**k, Abbot Fangzheng has descended the mountain! I went up the mountain a few times but didn’t see Abbot Fangzheng! I can’t miss him this time! Brother, I’m coming!”

“I’m here too!”

“As the saying goes, One Finger Monastery is nice, but it’s difficult to meet Fangzheng to see. One has to go!”

“Aiya, I’ll go take a look too!”

…

Instantly, a large group of people swarmed over.

However, someone asked, “Abbot Fangzheng came down the mountain late at night, but why is he sitting there watching Beijing opera?”

“That’s right, is Beijing opera entertaining?”

“How would I know? I don’t understand a thing.”

“Forget it. For Abbot Fangzheng, charge!”

…

When the man saw that everyone was coming, he stopped worrying. He quickly sat down beside Fangzheng and whispered, “Abbot Fangzheng, you…”

“Shh, listen to the show. Be quiet,” Fangzheng pressed his palms together and whispered.

The man was stunned for a moment before he scratched his head in embarrassment. “Alright…”

Then, the two of them sat down and looked up at the stage.

Initially, the man thought that it was quite boring, but gradually, he realized that it seemed… quite interesting.

As his WeChat Moments erupted with activity, many others shared it as well. This spread, and gradually, Songwu County City was ignited!

Although Fangzheng was on Mt. One Finger, he was never to be seen. He was either wandering around outside, or hiding in the monastery. There were not many people who really met Fangzheng and chatted with him.

Therefore, once people heard that Fangzheng had entered the city,

it was akin to a black bear entering the city. Countless people swarmed over with their cameras. In order to take a picture of this China’s number one indecent monk. They could flaunt it.

Moreover, this place was not far from the school. The international Way of Tea competition had attracted a lot of people. Now that everyone had left, there were naturally many people passing by…

“Hey, hubby, look, Grandpa Jiang and the others are still performing. They actually have an audience this time…”

“This is really rare. There is actually an audience. It’s such a cold day, yet there are still people watching.”

“Hey, that looks like a monk. He looks familiar… He looks like…”

“Abbot Fangzheng!” exclaimed the husband.

“It’s really Abbot Fangzheng! No wonder he’s so handsome. Hubby, let’s go and watch the show!”

“Uh… Are you sure you are just watching the show?”

“Yes… I’ll just watch the monk in passing.”

…

“Look! It looks like the person in front of the stage is Abbot Fangzheng!”

“Seriously, there’s Venerable Salted Fish, Venerable Jingxin, and Venerable Jingzhen!”

“Let’s go and take a look.”

…

“Abbot Fangzheng actually came down the mountain. Is this show that good?”

“I heard that Grandpa Jiang was once a member of the Art Troupe, and he specializes in singing ‘The Taking of Tiger Mountain.’ Later on, the Art Troupe was dismissed, and as soon as he retired, he practiced his vocal cords here daily. Later, the community gave them a location for them to sing here every day.”

“No wonder his voice is so good. So he was from the Art Troupe.”

“Let’s go and take a look.”

…

More and more people sat around Fangzheng.

Everyone had come for Fangzheng, so their gazes were naturally locked on him.

Many people wanted to get close to him, say something to him, or take a selfie with him.

However, everyone saw Fangzheng sitting upright with a smile on his face and looking at the stage with an invested look. From time to time, he would cheer.

Everyone’s din was unknowingly silenced by the monk.

The child who was originally crying and throwing a tantrum about going home stopped crying.

The person who was about to take a picture put down his phone.

The person who was about to start a conversation shut up.

Everyone sat there, looking up at the show quietly…

This show was like a fixed scene, as if someone had cast an enchantment spell.

On the stage, the actors were originally only acting because of the monk and a squirrel. However, as more and more people appeared, the few experienced actors seemed to return to their younger days. The moment there was a performance, the people from the neighboring villages came. They climbed trees, climbed the roofs, and went up the walls just for a gander…

The children’s crying, the babies making a fuss, people selling melon seeds, sodas, and the ice popsicles…

In a moment of reverie, they seemed to turn young again. Zeal and ardor coursed through their veins as their movements became even more agile. Only their singing voice was a little trembling, as if they were crying… Tears flowed down uncontrollably…

The audience below the stage were originally only watching thanks to Fangzheng’s influence, but as they watched, they didn’t know why it was as if they were watching Yang Zirong’s smart outwitting of the villain, Vulture, in person.

What made them even more dazed was a strong sense of the times inundating them. It was as if they had returned to the past in an instant, but it was just a feeling.

No one saw it. Below the stage, the monk slowly pressed his palms together and sighed. “Amitabha. When you feel something, why not have it reenact?”

The next moment, everyone entered a dream!

All of a sudden, everyone seemed to hear the sounds of that era!

Then, the stage in front of them turned into a mud building…

There was no cement on the ground, only black soil. Beneath the buttocks were fertilizer bags and old newspapers…

Everyone’s clothes had also turned into those of that era. There was someone selling ice balls behind them, and there was someone selling melon seeds on a flat scoop in front of them…

The mischievous-looking children were about to climb up the stage, but they were caught by the adults and pulled to the side for a spanking…

There were no high-rise buildings, only small low-rise houses. The sky was as blue, and the stars were as bright as lights. Without a telescope, one could see the Milky Way spread across the sky!

In the distance, it was the shadow of a large patch of trees. The wind blew snow over, and the snow smelled of straw…

Fangzheng didn’t return to a distant era. The only place he could bring back everyone to was his childhood.

The scene in front of him was a reenactment of One Finger Village.

However, in that era, everyone was both poor but happy. Seeing this scene, everyone felt poignant.

The adults were crying and the children called out curiously.

The old actors who were watching the stage stomped their feet and their voices returned to normal. A sensational act started again, and their voices were even louder and more shocking!

Cheers sounded…

The atmosphere was getting more and more heated. No one realized that other than the figures that Fangzheng had conjured, there were more and more people present.

In the beginning, everyone was clamoring about meeting Fangzheng.

When they arrived at the scene and saw such a passionate scene, they subconsciously watched the show. Then, their emotions stirred as they entered Fangzheng’s designed dream.

In the end, many people did not know that Fangzheng was here, but everyone was curious. Why were there so many people?

Therefore, more and more people watched the show. Few paid attention to the monk…