The God-level little monk who yearned for life

Outside He Ling Village, there was a ten-foot mountain. On the mountainside, there was a One Spring Temple.

There was a magical young monk living in the temple. He was always talking about great principles. Even the Zen Master with profound Buddhist cultivation was inferior to him.

Celebrities and big shots fought for the vegetables he planted, and many people rushed over from thousands of miles away to cook the porridge.

In the temple, there was also a monkey that had become a spirit. Every day, it would steal the green onions and vegetables in the courtyard. In the evening, it would practice the Iron Head Skill outside the courtyard.

Even a tree as thick as a bowl could not withstand a single blow from it.