“‘Form is emptiness,’”16 Lin Jing recited, then he said, “I’ll conduct a ritual for him later.” “‘Form,’ my ass! Either speak normally or shut up!” Serenely, Lin Jing continued with his recitations… “‘Emptiness is form.’” “Fuck your mother’s second uncle!” Zhao Yunlan snarled. After a moment of silence, Lin Jing pleaded sincerely, “Boss…my mother’s second uncle has long since passed, so please forsake these empty forms of wrath and lust.” Zhao Yunlan had nothing to say in response.
