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The teacher was at a loss for words when, at that moment, a man in his thirties with a bald head, round face, and a big belly emerged from a Zen Room. He was bare-chested, wearing suit pants and leather shoes, yawning with his eyes closed as he pulled on a dark yellow monk's robe, tying it at the ribcage. Accidentally glancing outside, he noticed a crowd of children staring at him in awe. He panicked and glared at them menacingly.
"What are you looking at? Get lost!"
The teachers immediately led the students back the way they came. It was Friday evening, and parents were arriving to pick up their children for the weekend. The kids rushed out, holding their parents' hands and excitedly recounting the strange incident.
"There were purple underwear with lace trim! I thought there was a nun inside, just like in the TV dramas. Who knew it would be an ugly and fierce-looking monk who came out?"
The adults had long been accustomed to such trivial matters, which were passed from children to parents and then to friends and relatives. Among those relatives were young people who loved to use their phones, embellishing the story before posting it online.
A baseless piece of text might not cause much of a stir, but young people loved to watch sensational stories and expose scandals. They frequently visited Pudu Temple to "worship," and over time, one of them managed to capture evidence. This time, it was even more shocking than the purple lace; a black mesh thong fluttered in the morning sun, accompanied by a pair of dew-soaked strappy high heels placed in the corner.
Photos and videos shared through young people's accounts quickly spread to marketing accounts that thrived on gossip. The onlookers enjoyed it, liking, sharing, and saving posts while tagging friends in their social circles. Within days, Pudu Temple soared to the top of Weibo's trending list thanks to a thong.
All departments—City Council, Urban Construction Bureau, Housing Construction Bureau—were inundated with reports from netizens. Other provinces also began strict inspections of religious sites within their jurisdictions.
The leadership team of Hailin City held an emergency meeting overnight. Bottles of mineral water were replaced twice at the water cooler, while Longjing Green Tea disappeared as quickly as winter cabbage. Cigarettes were continuously brought in as the meeting room filled with smoke, resembling a gathering of monsters feasting on living beings.
By dawn, a plan to address the incident was finally decided: they would select the lowest-ranking monk from that group as a scapegoat. In front of cameras, city leaders would solemnly dismiss him while secretly giving him twenty thousand cash as compensation—a sort of hush money.
Once the cameras were off, they believed the issue would be resolved. However, city officials also harbored resentment towards those unruly monks. To prepare for an upcoming evaluation for urban development excellence, civil servants were mobilized across the city to crack down on street vendors, rectify shop violations, demolish illegal constructions for free stalls, and ensure that street cleaners kept every inch spotless—even forbidding any leaves from falling on the tree-lined streets during autumn.
Initially confident about this evaluation process, city leaders never anticipated that the efforts of thousands would be undermined by a single thong.
The mayor found the situation absurdly laughable but couldn't bring himself to laugh; he still had to attend a Provincial Committee meeting to accept criticism and raise his ideological awareness.
What ultimately led to Pudu Temple's dissolution was an even more absurd turn of events: on the same day, the scapegoat removed his monk's robe, donned a baseball cap, and left nonchalantly with a backpack worth over ten thousand.
In anger, city leaders entered the Zen Room with a group to personally check for any remaining illegal items. The first two rooms were spotless with no issues found. Upon entering the third room—the residence of the big-bellied monk—he cheerfully called out "Uncle." The city leader shot him an annoyed glance before casually rummaging through things. When he reached the bedside and pulled out a mobile phone from under the pillow, he noted that its design suggested it belonged to a woman.
The monk watched nervously as city leaders inspected his belongings; several times he attempted to approach but was stopped by others. Noticing something off about his demeanor, the city leader pressed the power button on the phone. The screen lit up to reveal a photo: a man and woman side by side pouting slightly as they gently kissed. The city leader gripped the phone tightly until his knuckles turned white as he stared intently at the photo; when the screen dimmed again, he made it light up once more. He stood silently with his back turned to everyone...
"Everyone else leave; Fan Lingguang stays."
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