Wu Chang asked, "What do you mean?"
Liu Shan looked into the distance, recalling:
"Two and a half years ago, a monk passed through the village. That monk's skin was as black as coal, his nose flat like garlic, his lips thick as lamb intestines, and his hair naturally curly, forming a coil like the Buddha's topknot in statues. He stayed in the village for three days, boasting that he had a method to eradicate evil spirits."
Wu Chang raised an eyebrow, oh ho, this instance is international; a foreign monk has arrived.
"Indeed, foreign monks are skilled at chanting scriptures. He just said to give it a try, and you let him try?"
"It's said that unusual appearances in life must come with extraordinary abilities. That black monk was full of oddities, and his skills were impressive. We thought he must be no ordinary person, so we let him give it a try."
