The scene unfolds frame by frame, revealing the sins of Fish Monk under the glaring daylight.
Lu Xingzhou, a native of Yellow Field Prefecture, watched with eyes wide open in anger.
"Fish Monk, you've 'benefited' Yellow Origin quite a bit, haven't you? I wish I could just cut you down."
Yun Ziliang patted Zhou Xuan, looking towards Wu Ya Zen, and said as if seeking credit, "Look, our Ya Zi is upright and honest, loves reading, and is morally sound,
now look at that Fish Monk, tsk tsk, utterly rotten, all the evil in the world is stuffed in his belly,
both are part of the twenty-one Zen, yet the difference in character is so vast. Do you know why?"
"Why?" Zhou Xuan asked.
"Because as his ancestor, righteousness runs through me..."
"The kind of righteousness that takes you gambling at the mahjong parlor every day?" Zhou Xuan asked.
"..." Yun Ziliang.
"I'm just killing time, playing some small mahjong games."
