Upon hearing this, Yuan Bao's round face twitched almost imperceptibly, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his own hair.
"Do I have to shave my head?" Yuan Bao was a bit reluctant, to be honest, he felt a bit pained.
"Of course! To enter the monastery, naturally you must shave your head! With three thousand strands of worldly troubles, what are you taking them into the monastery for? Isn't that blasphemy against our Buddha?" Gu Changsheng said solemnly and righteously upon hearing this.
Yuan Bao's plump body stiffened, and he said nothing.
But everyone could see the unwillingness from his conflicted face.
For a moment, several people turned their heads and chuckled quietly.
