Lin Yang was knocked out cold by a giant Buddhist prayer bead outside a psychiatric hospital. When he woke up, however, the wicked monk before him had taken over his body.
“Spare me, Master! I’ll follow your every command and brave fire and water for you.”
“Wait, why do I have to call myself that?”
“When I was alive, I hated female devotees more than anything.”
“You just agreed to it. From today onward, your Dharma name is Duansheli. You are now my sole true successor. To enter my Buddhist sect, you must follow its precepts...”
Then the wicked monk gave a lecherous grin. “Now, go on in.”
“The psychiatric hospital?”
From then on, Lin Yang’s life changed completely.
