Jiang Shan chuckled lightly. "Please speak, old master."
"I am a scholar of the Confucian Family. I often hear of cases judged at the Drumming Institute, and a few of them involve the Buddhist Sect. I would like to ask the Saint Monk to comment on them."
His tone was deferential, yet his words carried an aggressive edge.
Lu Mingyuan sensed it. 'This Master Xun seems to be trying to use Jiang Shan's name to expand his own influence.'
Jiang Shan's voice remained gentle as he continued, "I wonder, Master, what doubts have arisen from your listening to the scripture?"
Master Xun smiled faintly. "I am puzzled. Monks do not engage in production; their days are spent meditating and chanting scriptures. They claim to bestow grace upon the masses, yet they are sustained by the offerings of believers, making them seem like parasites on the nation."
This master, his face wreathed in smiles but his words sharp as a blade, asked, "Zen Master, what is your explanation?"
