Let Metropolis Burn, Liu Zheng

"What doesn't Metropolis have? What an ignorant brat."

Fisherman took the opportunity to mock him.

"Are there temples there?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"Of course, but not in reality."

Fisherman replied.

"Then where are they?"

"I'd advise you not to ask, brat."

Fisherman gave him a once-over.

"Those tricks of yours won't be enough against those bald donkeys. If they convert you, then the favor I owe you won't count anymore."

"Since you helped me a little, I'll chop you up first before feeding you to the fish."

He said coldly.

"Sounds like you've got a grudge against those monks?"

"Hmph, those bastards said I had an affinity with Buddha and wanted to convert me into some Dharma-protecting Venerable. I was young back then, and not strong enough. If some Public Security Division people hadn't happened to pass by and chased them off, they might really have succeeded."

Fisherman said irritably.

"Wouldn't being a Dharma-protecting Venerable be pretty good? Better than being the owner of a fish pond down here."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"What the fuck do you know! Do you know what a Dharma-protecting Venerable has to do?"

"Do what?"

He asked.

"Hmph, do you know how a Golden Body is made?"

Fisherman asked in return.

"No."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"First comes seated enshrinement in a jar. A monk's corpse is placed cross-legged inside a specially made ceramic jar, surrounded with charcoal, lime, spices, and other materials to remove moisture and prevent decay. The jar is then sealed and buried. Years later, it is opened for inspection. If the remains are well-preserved and the body has not decayed, the process is considered successful."

"After the monk's corpse is removed from the jar, disinfected, and cleaned, it is wrapped in two layers of gauze, which are then coated