Yang Ge waved his hand seriously, "You are mistaken, my surname is Yang, and I am called Erlang. I am the court's hunting dog, having never done a good deed in my life. I specialize in killing and arson, persecuting the loyal and good, harming the common people... Didn't you hear them calling me Yang Erlang just now?"
"Amitabha."
The mad monk recited the Buddhist invocation solemnly, "Does the layman really think that this old monk is insane? The merit and golden light on the layman's body, as well as the karmic obstacles, shine like the rosy clouds and weigh like leaden clouds. I could see it at a glance. How could I be mistaken?"
Yang Ge sighed softly and turned to Yang Tiansheng very seriously, "This monk is truly mad, and very severely at that."
Yang Tiansheng looked at him with the eyes one gives to a fool, "Knowing full well he is mad, yet you've been arguing with him for so long. I think you're quite mad yourself."
