Nowadays, Lord Zheng is personally appointed by the Yan Emperor as Lord Pingye, commander-in-chief of Snow Sea Pass. At least in this realm of Snow Sea Pass, he's gotten close to the threshold of where even farting might be considered a zen concept.
Zheng Fan beckoned to the two monks, signaling them to come over.
Liaofan the monk sniffed the air as he saw the mutton on the table.
"Eat up."
Liaofan looked at his master.
Kongyuan the monk then said:
"Amitabha, since Lord uses arms to force you to break your abstinence, then you should eat."
"Amitabha."
The young monk grabbed the mutton and began to eat.
Zheng Fan silently drew out a Chinese iron box, took out a cigarette, handed one to the blind man, and bit one himself. Just as he was about to put it away, he saw the old monk Kongyuan reaching out to take one as well.
"Monks smoke too?"
"Although tobacco harms the body, it's invigorating."
