"Twenty kilograms of gold! The one-armed Tietian Zongyi actually exchanged for twenty kilograms of gold?!..."
"Buddha! When converted to grain, isn't this old craftsman worth 2,700 koku of rice? Does he, alone, equate to the annual income of a hundred Samurai?"
"Ah! Golden gold, shiny gold, heart-stirring gold!... Stop it, stop it!"
With the heavy gold on his back, it felt like a golden illusion pressing so hard that Mori no Kiyoshi couldn't straighten up. Initially, he was ecstatic, dazzled for a moment, before hastily using his profound Buddhist Law cultivation to suppress the surging greed. He then immediately handed the "harm to the Buddhist teachings", the bamboo basket filled with gold, to Matsushita Zou Jirou, instructing him to quickly take it back to the ship.
"Namo San! If one can transform things, then one is like the Tathagata; if one is transformed by things, then one is in samsara... Stop it!..."
