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1124 Lottery Draw, New Seal

 With that said, Lone Wolf looked up and went out the monastery's door. After confirming that no one was looking at him, he ran off into the woods behind the mountain. He then laughed maniacally. It was worth it! I made a killing! Haha! Let's see who still dares call me a dumb husky! This Penniless Monk is clever! Haha!

As for the others in One Finger Monastery, they stood at the door and watched Lone Wolf's departing back. They had a nagging feeling that something was amiss.

Salted Fish stroked his chin and said, "Do you think he's angry or not? Could he be lying to us?"

However, there was no point in asking this question. The compensation was already agreed upon, and all that was left was for the compensation to happen.

The few of them shook their heads and dispersed. However, they kept thinking about this matter.

Fangzheng didn't care much about his disciples' matters. From Fangzheng's point of view, they were like catalysts in the monastery, and also a kind of fun in life. Taking him for an example, when he was young, he had given Zen Master One Finger plenty of trouble. Of course, he had often been punished with beatings. However, now that he recalled those incidents, their memory was something he relished.

Fangzheng subconsciously picked up Zen Master One Finger's photo and mumbled. "Old Dad One Finger, I really wish you could come back and beat me up again..."

Unfortunately, Zen Master One Finger was destined not to answer him.

After closing the door, Fangzheng took out a green embroidered kasaya from under a chest and wore it over his body.

The next moment, his entire person turned green...

Fangzheng didn't mind this time. He even looked at himself in the mirror and mumbled. "I have to say that this kasaya actually looks pretty good. Unfortunately, even my head seems to glow green."

Shaking his head, Fangzheng stopped thinking about the matter and said to the System, "System Bro, time for the draw!"

"Merge them all?" asked the System.

Fangzheng said, "That's for sure. Remember to double the rewards! You said that it will definitely be a top-grade treasure this time!"

"Do you want to draw now?"


"Ding! Congratulations on obtaining a divine power: Heritage Seal!"

Fangzheng was taken aback when he heard that.

Heritage Seal? What's that? Fangzheng's mind flashed with puzzlement, but he immediately began checking the details.

"Heritage Seal: Divine power, one of the Buddhist Dharmic Seals. After successfully mastering the Heritage Seal, it will imprint itself onto your bloodline and be known as the First Dharma. You will then be able to form a bloodline mark of any books, writings, drawings, etc. you communicate. You will be able to pass down or take back by sheer will any of those marks! At the same time, a certain bloodline can be designated as an heir of the heritage, with no one else being able to inherit it."

Fangzheng understood after reading. This was apparently a method where he could use the Heritage Seal to form a seal of whatever he said or whatever technique he imparted. Then, he could authorize who could access his heritage. He could even take away the relevant memories of the person who had seen his techniques as though they had never learned them.

However, what use was this?

"System, the thing you gave me doesn't seem to be of any use!" exclaimed Fangzheng.

The System ignored him.

Fangzheng shouted twice again, having a nagging feeling that he had suffered a huge loss. Unfortunately, the System was playing dead. What could he do?

Fangzheng did not give up as he pondered the use of this divine power. Unfortunately, he realized that it really was useless! Finally, Fangzheng shook his head and smiled bitterly in his heart. "I suffered a huge loss."

Taking off his monk robes, he stuffed them under the chest again before walking out of the meditation room unhappily.

At that moment, all the disciples were busy outside. Lone Wolf was on patrol, preventing people from throwing trash on the mountain and randomly chopping up things like Frost Bamboo. Red Boy and Monkey were receiving visitors.

Salted Fish once again sat at his offering table and was smashed by people with money.

Squirrel stood on a tree and checked the situation of all the visitors in One Finger Monastery. He could be considered a tiny camera.

Since there was nothing to do, Fangzheng decided to go out and take a look. After all, as an abbot, he couldn't always play the disappearing act.

The moment Fangzheng came out, he immediately regretted his decision. The moment the visitors saw him, their eyes lit up as they immediately rushed over to take pictures and ask questions.

This was the first time Fangzheng realized that his mouth wasn't good enough!

However, the questions that some people asked made him very concerned, such as...

"Abbot Fangzheng, you've stopped the medical lectures, will you continue your classes in the future? If the class starts, how do you plan on holding it?" someone asked.

Fangzheng was taken aback. His medical lectures? He would have forgotten about them if it weren't for these questions...

However, this was indeed a problem. He knew too much about the medical field. It wasn't something that could be taught in a few days. Yet to hold another class or lecture? Thinking about the negative effects from the previous time, he decided to forget it.

Therefore, Fangzheng said, "I do not have any thoughts of starting classes at the moment. Perhaps when the time comes, I'll resume classes again."

At the same time, Fangzheng thought of a way to resolve this problem. Spreading knowledge to save all life would be immense merit!

It was just like his teachings of carpentry. Even now, this was providing him with merit every day. This was because the people he indirectly taught relied on their carpentry skills to survive.

However, medical skills were different. Teaching medicine was not only giving people a way to survive by helping them develop their profession, but at the same time, it could also be used to save more and more people!

With this in mind, Fangzheng first thought of writing a book.

But then, Fangzheng suddenly thought of something else. Following that, he exclaimed in delight. "I understand! Thankfully, I didn't return the goods. This is a true treasure!"

Fangzheng was overjoyed as he hurriedly bade the visitors farewell. He exclaimed that he had figured something out before leaving.

When everyone saw this, they looked at each other and smiled. No one blamed Fangzheng.

After all, all capable people in China had had strange tempers since ancient times. Compared to the weirdos in history, Fangzheng was already considered normal.

Fangzheng hurriedly ran to the backyard and took out a calligraphy brush, paper, and ink. He spread out a large piece of Xuan paper and began to write in a tiny regular script. The moment he wrote, he felt something he had never felt before. The blood flowing in his body was accelerating. Furthermore, he could clearly feel a strange power constantly being injected into the text as he wrote.

Fangzheng knew that this was the bloodline seal! To put it simply, it was just an encryption method. If he added an encryption layer, it could be seen by anyone who had Fangzheng's permission. If he wanted them to remember it, they could. But at the same time, he could revoke this privilege as and when he wanted!

As such, Fangzheng was not afraid that the things he wrote would be used by vile people with ulterior motives. He could finally go all out and impart all of his knowledge!

As he wrote, he was a little excited. This was a novel that was destined to be an epic! As long as he wrote it, he was confident that it would be passed down for generations. This was something that many people would never be able to do in their entire lives.

At that moment, Squirrel saw that Fangzheng was busy in the backyard. He came over out of curiosity and asked, "Master, what are you doing?"