Upon hearing the Daoist's words, the Monk feigned contemplation for a moment before nodding with an affected air. "Well said, well said. It was I who was muddled. It's so rare to see someone with such heaven-sent talent that I momentarily forgot my precepts."
The Monk and Daoist were perfectly in sync. Sensing that the two were about to leave, the young man grew anxious. He looked at them and pleaded, "Sirs, I have money! As long as you can show me the way, I can pay you..."
Hearing the young man's words, the Monk and Daoist were inwardly ecstatic. 'Is this guy an idiot? He took the bait so easily.'
Though ecstatic, the Monk maintained a solemn expression and said, "Amitabha. How could we who have renounced worldly pursuits be greedy for money? If you are sincere, Benefactor, you may treat it as an offering of Incense Money."
Completely taken in by the Monk and Daoist, the young man was already treating them as enlightened masters.
