activa-t Chapter 225 The Creation of Fart
Chapter 225 The Creation of Fart
Leng Zhuxin listened from the side and agreed with Fan Jing's approach.
Monks are not Buddhas.
How can one really be free of greed, anger, and ignorance?
One who has no intention to harm others, who saves those who should be saved and those who should be saved, and who does not show mercy to evil people without authorization, is truly able to distinguish right from wrong, understands cause and effect, and sees things clearly.
If it were true that both good and evil could be saved, and one could become a Buddha instantly by putting down the butcher knife, then how many injustices would there be in this world?
If a good person does a bad thing, he is no longer a good person, just like adding a drop of ink to white water.
A bad guy is just a bucket of ink. Can it become white with a little more water?
What's more, some bad guys are just like a bucket of ink with a little extra water, there is just no more ink.
How can it be possible to say that he has repented?
The laws of nature and the universe have their own rules, and cause and effect are not just empty talk.
The wicked should receive the punishment they deserve.
Leng Zhuxin has always been like this, but he never praised Fan Jing in front of others.
Instead, he asked Fan Jing, "Little Master, you just said that the red lotus trees on Guajing Island are resentful.
Are you staying in Guajingzhou to resolve the resentment of the red lotus tree?
Or is there a wronged soul in this Guajing Island?"
Leng Zhuxin was also somewhat sensitive to resentment, but perhaps because he had changed his body, he became more sensitive to spiritual power, but his perception of resentment became much weaker.
When I came to Guajingzhou, I felt a little resentment, but it was very subtle.
Being too clean or too dirty is not a good thing. The most normal situation is to have a little resentment, but not too much.
That's why Leng Zhuxin didn't suspect that there were wronged souls in Guajingzhou.
After listening to Fan Jing's words, I realized that my perception of resentment might have become much weaker.
If Guajingzhou really only had the little bit of resentment that she felt, Fanjing and the others would not have to enter Guajingzhou.
Sure enough, after she asked this question, Fan Jing's expression became much more serious.
Because Sang Laiyue saved them, and Leng Zhuxin and the others were all upright people.
Fan Jing then told him everything he had sensed.
“Guajing Island is filled with resentment, and there must be wronged souls under those red lotus trees.
I just don't know whether it is a monster or a human.
But no matter who the wronged soul is, if we allow it to continue like this, it will be a disaster.
The Buddhist saying that Master came across by chance should be applicable here.
So we will not leave town tomorrow, and we still need to resolve the source of the resentment.
If the soul can be liberated, it will be liberated; if it cannot be liberated, the evil spirit will be destroyed.
Ultimately, we must not allow them to harm the world of cultivation."
Fan Jing was not unaware of the dangers lurking in the town, but they had come down the mountain just for this matter, and none of the disciples of Mount Bodhi would desert the battlefield.
Doing something even though they know it is impossible is the stubbornness of their Buddhist practice.
He said this with a firm expression and stopped twirling the Buddhist beads in his hand.
Instead, he looked at Leng Zhuxin and the others and said, "Don't bother trying to persuade me, my fellow monks. If I and my fellow monks die in Guajing Island, it will be our fate.
But we can only repay the kindness of our elders for saving our lives in our next life."
As Fan Jing said this, his long eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
He began to twirl the Buddhist beads in his hand again, and twirled them faster and faster.
This shows that his heart is not pure.
Leng Zhuxin didn't say anything yet. She always respected personal destiny.
But Sang Laiyue was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and yelled out a curse: "Bullshit! What kind of fart is that!
If I had told you earlier that this was your destiny, why would I have saved you?!
It sounds so true that you will repay my life-saving grace in the next life. Who knows where you will be in your next life?
How many people will remember what happened in this life in their next life?
I saved you not to repay a favor, but because I saw injustice and wanted to do something for it.
You guys, just say a few words about fate and want to throw away the life I saved, then why did I put so much effort just now?!
When I heard what you, a little monk, said was different from those bald monks, I looked up to you.
I didn't expect that he would say one thing and mean another. What the hell is fate?!
What's the point of fate if you've already lost your life?! Do you really think that if you die in this Guajing Island, you can go to the Western Paradise to serve your Buddha?
Are you blaming me for blocking your chance to go to heaven?
If you really think so, you'd better go back to your inn and take a shower and sleep. I'll just consider the little spiritual energy I had today wasted."
Sang Lai was so angry that he was fuming and glaring, wishing he could teach Fan Jing and the others a lesson.
For Sang Laiyue, no matter whether one is a cultivator or a Buddhist, even a monster or a mortal, the most important thing to cherish is one's own life.
Even if God wants to take your life, you have to fight against God with all your might!
What annoyed him most was people talking about what was destined to happen to him when he hadn't done anything.
Isn’t this what Fanjing meant when he said that it was their destiny?
Besides, with him, the ancestor with the highest cultivation level in Xuanling Continent, here, he can't even protect the lives of a few monks. If this gets out, won't people laugh their heads off?
The lifelong reputation of Patriarch Sang cannot be ruined by this.
Fan Jing was scolded more and more by Sang Lai and didn't dare to say a word. His head was lowered lower and lower.
He also held the Buddhist beads in his hand and placed them on his knees.
The several fellow apprentices behind him all lowered their heads in shame, not daring to meet Sang Lai Yue's gaze.
After Sang Laiyue finished cursing, he slammed the table, sat down, and drank a cup of tea.
Fan Jing dared to speak: "Senior, please calm down. It was me who said the wrong thing.
With our predecessors around, we will definitely be able to live to repay them. Our predecessors are the good fortune we met when we went down the mountain this time.
To be honest, none of us brothers and sisters really wanted to go to the Western Paradise, but our master ordered us to stay in Guajing Island to deal with this matter.
I hope you can understand.”
Fan Jing lowered his attitude very low, and what he said reduced Sang Laiyue's anger a lot.
Sang Lai Yue had calmed down a lot after cursing, but his expression was still cold.
"Hmph, these few words are quite pleasant to the ears. Okay, you don't have to follow Xiaoxin and the others out of town tomorrow, but don't leave this room either.
After we deal with the orcs in Guajingzhou, I'll naturally ask you to go out and deal with the grievances in the town."
Sang Laiyue glanced at Leng Zhuxin as he spoke, and before Leng Zhuxin could speak, he added, "We must go!"
Obviously he saw through Leng Zhuxin's thoughts.