Fujino inwardly grumbled. The Bodhisattva remark had filled his head with all sorts of ambiguous interpretations.
He immediately said, "I'm not a Bodhisattva. No one in this world is worth kneeling to. Get up and talk."
It was as though old monk Shiluo had not heard Fujino at all. He remained sincerely kneeling on the ground, palms pressed together. "What is called Buddhist Dharma is not Buddhist Dharma. Benefactor, you possess great wisdom, and you also embody the meaning that a worldly Bodhisattva is not truly a Bodhisattva."
Fujino's brow twitched. "Form and appearance are empty fruition. The Buddha is in the heart."
Old monk Shiluo continued earnestly, "The Buddha is in the heart, but this humble monk does not worship Buddha. This humble monk worships the benefactor Bodhisattva, one who has attained profound cultivation and insight."
"..."
Good grief, was this old man completely impervious?
I already said I'm not a Bodhisattva. I'm not a Bodhisattva!
Fujino grumbled inwardly, but he was also somewhat helpless.
So the Boundless High Monk profession really was a monk killer...
Every one of these monks seemed unable to walk away once they saw him.
This one had even dropped to his knees and started bowing!
In a way, did this count as kneeling down to admit his mistake?
The people beside them all fell silent as they watched the scene unfold.
They had clearly been reasoning through a case just moments ago...
Why had the two of them suddenly started talking about Buddhism?
Were they debating Buddhist teachings or something?
Under the radiance of Fujino's merit halo, the old monk, still kneeling sincerely on the ground, explained why the woman's corpse had appeared here.
The corpse Denkyu had seen was actually his mother's.
She was the mother who had placed him in