"Then you might have picked the wrong person. If you want revenge, go to the Capital and find Lin Su Ya. Why come to me?"
Chen Mo smiled leisurely, "Or is it that you're scared and can't defeat Lin Su Ya, so you take it out on the disciples of the Shenxiao Sect?"
Chen Mo's words did not anger Guangzhi, who simply said, "Lin Su Ya, this old monk will of course seek out later, but tonight, we'll first borrow the benefactor's head."
"Doesn't Buddhism say that saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda? And aren't there three precepts in Buddhism? Killing is against the precepts."
Chen Mo slowly removed the leather cloth wrapping Tianwen, amusement flickering in his eyes.
"Oh, the benefactor understands Buddhist doctrine?" Guangzhi was somewhat surprised. Buddhism had been extinct in the Great Song Dynasty for decades, yet someone still remembered its teachings.
"Just a little," Chen Mo said.
