Finally, Li Yong could no longer withstand the torment and snorted in disdain at the young monk. "Damn, bald donkey! Should a monk be saying that?"
"Amitabha, Buddha is merciful!" Anselm smiled serenely with his palms clasped together.
He looked completely harmless and righteous as he said, "This humble monk, Anselm, has read and memorized the Mahāyāna Mahāparinirvāṇa Sūtra. However, I am a faithful follower of Mara, the God of Death and Desire. Life is too short not to feast on the sacred nectar produced only by women and partake in meat given to us by nature. In fact, we should be punished for not doing so!"
*Cough*
Li Yong was so speechless by the shameless young monk that he began coughing.
'Damn, where did this monk come from?' Li Yong thought after composing himself.
He then continued skeptically, "If you're a devoted follower of Mara or whatever, why are you talking about Buddha being merciful?"
