"Do monks need bodyguards too?"
Pang Guang suspected he had misheard, but he knew he hadn't.
How could the boss not have bodyguards by his side when he was running the temple like a company?
The middle-aged monk circled Pang Guang twice and touched his chest.
"Not bad."
"You have a strong body and a good appearance, and you also know martial arts."
"This kind of talent is exactly what our temple needs."
The middle-aged monk nodded repeatedly and asked, "Sir, do you know how to drive?"
"Yes."
Pang Guang's mouth twitched. "Master," he said, "I just got out of prison. Are you sure I can work here?"
"Amitabha."
The middle-aged monk put his palms together and blessed him.
"There's a Buddhist Dharma saying: Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha."
"Sir, you are strong and have a fiery nature. You are fated to be with Buddha."
