You where sat with Tripitaka in the grass of a plain, wild wheat swayed in the calm breeze.

“ Okay, Let’s go over these. “

He held up a paper.

“ Violence is-? No. No not ‘ Fun ‘. “

He sighed and held up another.

“ Robbery is-? . . NO- Not a- HOW HAVE YOU LIVED THIS LONG AND HAVEN’T GRASPED BASIC MORTALITY-?! “

He shouted, flabbergasted and your sheer audacity.

“ I.. Okay- let’s try a situation. A old man is struggling to carry wood back to his home, what do you do..? “