The Feng Zun Journey
Black And White
The expression of their leader, the middle-aged man changed drastically. He glared at Feng Zun, their uninvited guest, and gritted his teeth furiously.
How not?
They had just escaped from the calamity, but the situation seemed to be about to change, just because someone new came and set foot here, and would definitely mess things up. Of course they are very angry!
"Young Master!"
Yin Ying said respectfully, and also bowed earnestly.
The simple robed young man's heart trembled, he found that this scene was hard to believe.
Feng Zun at most looked only a few years older than him, they were basically almost the same age. But who would have thought, that this young man turned out to be the Master of the beautiful senior Miss, who was like this goddess !?
When they saw this, the middle-aged man and his friends felt as if, someone had poured a bucket of cold water from above their heads.
Their burning anger suddenly evaporated, and cold sweat ran down their backs.
They felt as if they had fallen into a deep and endless abyss of ice.
Young Master!?
The attitude and use of such a respectful call made by Yin Ying, made them worry.
But Feng Zun naturally did not care about all that, he looked at the simple robed youth and said casually, “Kill them and do it with your hands.”
"I…."
The young man hesitated.
"If not, then we will leave now" said Feng Zun “We will not intervene any further, no matter what happens. When we are not around, do you think they will not kill you to vent their anger?”
The young man trembled from head to toe.
“We won't!"
"We swore we wouldn't do such a thing!”
The middle-aged man and everyone in his group cried out in panic.
"You may not do it now, but what about later?"
Yin Ying laughed coldly and again said, "Or maybe, considering your vows, you will refrain from acting personally, either, but does that mean you won't borrow someone else's hand to do it?"
This was clearly a warning addressed to the young man.
Feng Zun glanced at Yin Ying, who immediately covered her mouth, she gave no further warning, but she said softly, "Young Master, I'm just worried this little friend is gonna do something stupid."
Feng Zun ignored him and looked at the simple-robed young man, he said, "It's time for you to make a choice."
The young man instantly felt a sensation of pressure pressing down on his mind, and his expression turned erratic.
After a while, he gritted his teeth. It seemed like he had made up his mind, and he was about to take action.
The middle-aged man suddenly roared furiously.
Feng Zun did not even see it, he simply waved his hand lightly, and a few sword qi flashed.
A slash! A slash! A slash!
Seven bloodied heads fell and rolled on the ground.
Fast and efficient.
This brutal and bloody scene left the young man glued to the spot, completely in a daze.
Feng Zun did not say anything, he simply put his hand on his back and waited in silence.
After a while, the young man looked up, looked at Feng Zun, and bowed, “Senior, thank you for your guidance, I have understood!"
"Oh?"
Feng Zun again said, "So, what do you understand?"
“When one faces his enemies, he cannot give them even the slightest treatment of affection.” said the young man.
"You still missed something," Feng Zun said as he shook his head. “For cultivators like us, there are never rules to speak of, or any laws we can rely on. This means that world affairs never look at black or white, and it is difficult to determine which is good and which is bad. You cannot make logical arguments with your enemies, without first having the capital to do so.”
The young man's expression was filled with uncertainty. He seemed to understand somewhat, but on the other hand, he also looked more confused than before.
Such a response would be common.
A few sentences would not be enough to reverse one's belief about reality.
There are many logical teachings in this world, but it is easier to know them than to apply them.
"Senior, are you saying that only those with sufficient strength can do what they think is right?" ask the young man.
Feng Zun pointed to the young man's chest, “This is not about strength and weakness. All I can say is that on the path of cultivation, the beliefs you use to measure good and evil, and the line between black and white are still unclear. You must rely on your heart to judge them."
“For example, take what happened tonight for example. I help you to kill your enemies, so in your judgment, I am naturally a good person. However, in the eyes of your enemies, of course I am a criminal. Given such a situation, 'good and evil', 'black and white', then 'right and wrong' it all depends on the point of view in your heart, your situation which will affect your judgment.”
Feng Zun stopped here, suddenly his expression slightly changed, “One time, the old demon said the same thing. 'People in this world call me the devil, but in my eyes, isn't my enemy the devil? We just have a different point of view, that's all. This was a struggle for the Grand Dao...
“There was once an old monk from the Buddhist path. He said that as a Buddha, he would turn all living beings into Buddhas, but if he was a demon, then he would turn all living beings into demons. Why could that be? It is just a difference of viewpoints, and it is the source of all the discord between orthodoxy and various other schools of thought.”
Feng Zun stopped here and sighed then said, “That is the world of cultivation. There are no rules, and no laws. No one can avoid it, and sometimes.true and false problems can only be decided with a fist.”.
Yin Ying could not help but feel shocked. This was the first time he had heard his master throw such a long lecture.
But according to Feng Zun, he only hoped that the young man could take a lesson or two from some of his understandings.
And when he took a moment to think about it more deeply, Yin Ying nodded, the cultivation world is indeed like that!
However, the young man looked still in a daze, Feng Zun's words shocked his perception of the world, and for a while, he felt even more confused than before.