"Actually, the country of one's birth is not important."
Zheng Fengsheng smiled and said, "What's important is that you are good people who have just saved many lives."
Old Zheng turned his head.
On the other side of the hillside, in the small village, more than a hundred people had a narrow escape from danger.
"It's mostly because Abbot Fa Cheng has discerning eyes and courage."
Deng Baiyi shook her head and said, "These days, monks who are willing to actively tear down Buddhist Temples and cast aside ancient rules because of a single sentence... seem to be few and far between."
When the statues were knocked down last night, some monks had raised questions, objecting.
But those were all suppressed by Fa Cheng.
"That's true..."
Zheng Fengsheng chuckled and said, "However, there's one thing I'm quite certain of. You and that Mr. Xiao Xie are certainly not ordinary people."
These past few days.
He had indeed had his eyes opened.
