Before Cui Yulong could utter a word, Black Asura stood up abruptly, his voice filled with rage as he said, "What bullshit about 'boundless is the sea of suffering; turn your head, and there is the shore,' Monk, get lost quickly, or I'll be the first to kill you!"
The handsome Monk still wore a faint smile as he replied, "Patron, one should not curse. Cursing is a violation of the precepts against anger. To violate this precept is to enter the Hell of Tongue Ripping after death!"
"You're lecturing me about precepts?" Black Asura walked up to the Monk and shouted, "I've killed more people than you've ever met, and you dare preach to me about precepts? What about the Hell of Tongue Ripping? I go by Black Asura, even if I fell into hell, I'd still be the most wicked Life Claiming Ghost there. You, this worthless Monk, think you're something special just because you can chant 'Amitābha'? If you're looking for death, keep your distance, and don't irritate me!"
