In Japan, Buddhism was quite strange and had undergone many changes!
Therefore, some monks chanted Amitabha, while others did not invoke the Buddha's name. However, pressing both hands together was fairly universal.
So, the two monks still pressed their palms together. The elderly monk said, "Benefactor, as long as you lay down your butcher's knife, you can enter the Pure Land!"
"Pfft!" That was all Chen Mo had to say to that!
"It seems that you have yet to realize that you have lost your way, Benefactor. Then this humble monk shall guide you in the right direction!" The old monk wore a solemn expression, his entire body seemingly radiating holy light. If Chen Mo had been a believer, he might actually have bought that nonsense!
Of course, Chen Mo neither supported nor opposed such matters. Buddhism existed in his own country as well, and it was up to each individual. If they liked it, that was fine.
But liking something yourself was one thing; forcing it on others was another!
So Chen Mo directly pointed the katana in his hand at the old monk. Blood still dripped slowly from its tip, and that attitude clearly expressed his intent!
"Zen Master, if you want to fight, then fight. Why waste so many words?" Chen Mo said.
"Since you remain so stubbornly unenlightened, this humble monk shall say no more! I only hope the Buddha forgives me!" Although the old monk said this, there was not the slightest trace of regret on his face. He simply wanted to make a move; he had merely played the part of a monk for so long that it had become habit.
Chen Mo merely sneered at this. People like that existed everywhere, so there was nothing surprising about it!
Thus, he held his katana