Have you taken a liking to my mana for saving people...?
Bodhi's face remained unmoved, she clasped her single hand together, "Amitabha, in the battle between two armies, there's bloodshed and slaughter. This humble nun is of little power and light word; I only wish to stay in Cold Mountain Temple to recite sutras and pay homage to the Buddha, with no intention to go to battle."
"Is that so..." Prince Jing's face was full of regret. He tried to persuade her a few more times, but seeing Bodhi's insistence, he smiled and said:
"If that's the case, I won't force you. I shall take my leave now. Bodhisattva, rest assured, I have instructed my people not to offend any Buddhist temples along Jiancheng Road, big or small."
Bodhi gently saluted, "Thank you, Prince. This humble nun will see the Prince down the mountain."
One monk and one noble, exchanged pleasantries until they reached the mountain gate.
