This young scholar was naturally Fang Zheng. He had come here to make trouble for that bunch of bald donkeys.
But Fang Zheng had a better method than Daji: mobilize the masses and immerse himself among them.
They wanted him to become a monk?
Fang Zheng figured he would not even need to do anything. This old granny would take a broom and go fight Tathagata to the death herself. She probably would not rest until she had beaten Tathagata's head full of bumps.
Who would believe in a religion that made people leave no descendants? Right?
Fang Zheng had long since gained experience from tearing into Buddhism in Chinese Paladin World. He knew those bald donkeys loved using all sorts of crooked logic and heretical nonsense to fool people.
What? You said Buddhism taught people to be kind?
Not listening, not listening, monk chanting scriptures.
You said Buddhism believed all living beings were equal?
Not listening, not listening, monk chanting scriptures.
You said Buddhism pursued ultimate perfection?
Not listening, not listening, monk chanting scriptures.
No matter what you said, the essence of your doctrine was anti-human. Did you dare deny it?
After that, the old woman invited Fang Zheng to stay for dinner, and naturally, he agreed. At the table, Fang Zheng also saw the rumored Boss Han. By now, he had shaved his head and was dressed in plain clothes. He kept his head lowered and did not say a word. Even upon seeing Fang Zheng, a stranger who had suddenly appeared in his home, he showed no reaction—neither startled nor pleased, neither angry nor sad. He merely pressed his palms together and gave Fang Zheng a salute.
Things remained fairly peaceful afterward. The three of them ate without speaking, making the table feel rather chilly. But in