Upon hearing the Buddhist title that Tang Rao had given himself, the group of bald monks from the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple all felt a bit of a headache.
"Don't..."
It sounded utterly bizarre.
Just think about it, every time they called Tang Rao in the future, they'd have to shout, "Don't."
If said with a bit of urgency, it could be quite unbearable.
"Don't... don't... don't..."
Anyone who didn't know might think something sleazy was happening.
"Tang Rao, are you sure you want to take this Buddhist title?" asked Kuzhu.
"Yeah, I think it's pretty good. All evil in the world stems from desire. Desire is yearning and craving, the root of conflict and slaughter. My Buddhist title 'Don't' isn't meant to change people's desires, but rather to hope that I can resist these things, to have a clear conscience, to stay righteous," Tang Rao said earnestly.
The monks of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple were taken aback.
