Jian Wushuang, who was hiding under the abyss of the blood sea, was stunned after hearing Monk Konglun's true words.
The karma that he was infected with was originally without a reason. There was no cause at all. Why would Konglun cut it off? There was no such thing as karma without a cause in the universe?
Wasn't this a little too arbitrary and straightforward?
Thinking of this, Jian Wushuang looked at Konglun, who was sitting on countless bones with dark eyes. "Could it be that his state of mind has been completely eaten away by the Inner Demon?"
"Are you still here?" Monk Konglun asked. He slowly put his palms together and bowed in the direction of Jian Wushuang. "I have already given birth to an Inner Demon. I can no longer educate and discipline all living beings. If you don't mind, let's just have a chat."
Jian Wushuang was not sure if his state of mind had changed, but with karma and the Great Killing Tribulation, he could only try his luck and talk to Konglun.
He said, "Immortal Master, I don't agree with you. How can there be no karma without a cause in all things?"
If there was no karma without a cause, was everything in this world necessarily related? I don't think so. If I casually saved a cultivator when I was traveling in the Qing-Yun Realm, I was his karma. But for me, wasn't there no karma at all? This was just a whim of mine. "
Konglun smiled slightly when he heard this. "Monk, in fact, when you said this sentence, you had already involved karma. It was because of your whim that the karma was the result."
"The reason is that in this karma that shouldn't have existed, you took the dominant position and created the karma."
"All things in the world are vast. All karma related to oneself is actually not always in one's hands."
After saying this, Konglun stopped talking and put his palms together.
How could Jian Wushuang, who had grown step by step to the peak of the Great Dao and had a terrifying understanding of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth and the myriad of arts, not understand the meaning of his words?
Jian Wushuang understood a little. He asked, "Immortal Master, do you mean that everyone has never been in control of their own karma? Instead, it connects with all living beings? "
"Yes, but also no." At this time, Konglun gave an ambiguous answer, but he did not give an answer. "Everything is in the heart and hands of the virtuous man, waiting for you to change it."
Jian Wushuang didn't say anything. He was sorting out the connections. If what Konglun said was true, the karma that he had been infected with since he entered the Sand Devil Cave had always been in the hands of the so-called Goddess Sha.
She was the one who forced Jian Wushuang to be tainted by this karma and bear the burden of a great calamity.
"You didn't provoke the karma, but the karma took the initiative to provoke you …" He sighed helplessly.
Jian Wushuang seemed to be a little unwilling. After a moment of silence, he told Konglun the whole story.
In the end, Konglun put his palms together. "Virtuous man, this is both your karma and your calamity."
"To tell you the truth, I came here this time to find a way to resolve it," Jian Wushuang said slowly. "Immortal Master, do you know how to resolve it?"
Konglun said, "Everything is in the heart and hands of the virtuous man, waiting for you to change it. After all, external forces are external forces."
"…"
Jian Wushuang was very depressed and didn't know what to say.
Konglun's meaning in this discussion of karma was extremely obvious. Only he could change it.
In the following time, the two of them discussed for a few more days before it finally ended.
Jian Wushuang only felt that most of the doubts in his heart had been eliminated. At the same time, he admired Konglun even more. Even if he had already given birth to an inner demon, he was still able to hold on to his original heart and not let the resentment and blood energy nibble away at him.
Under this extremely dark abyss of the blood sea, he put his palms together and solemnly bowed to Konglun.
His broad mind, unique understanding of all things, and fearless spirit were enough for Jian Wushuang to treat him with respect.
Konglun finally concluded, "Virtuous man, in just a few days of getting along, this old man also felt enlightened. I have never felt more comfortable than at this moment. The feeling you give me is that you are out of this world, yet you are not independent of it. It is as if you were born with some kind of Heavenly Dao."
Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly. "Immortal Master, you praise me too much. I have studied for thousands of years, but I have only been floating and sinking without stopping."
Konglun raised his head and asked, "Are you tired?"
He was startled. He didn't expect such a question.
After a long while, Jian Wushuang shook his head. "I don't know."
"It was this old man who asked." The space between Konglun's brows relaxed. Then, he slowly raised his hand and removed the largest ring bead that was suffused with a black luster from the string of beads around his neck that had fourteen ring beads on it.
"Virtuous man, I know that I can't enter the cycle of reincarnation in this life. Now, I will give this ring bead to you as a memento."
"This ring bead is my origin. All my thoughts, thoughts, and feelings in the first half of my life are sealed here. I hope that in the future, I can provide you with a little help. This old man would be honored."
Hearing this, Jian Wushuang directly and solemnly refused. Then, he wanted to take Konglun out of this blood sea.
Konglun smiled and shook his head. "There is no prison in this world. Only a painted prison is a real prison. My heart and Dao have been tempted by the demonic barrier. I no longer have the face to see the past. This will be my final destination."
"Virtuous man, I have a good chat with you. In the end, I hope to see you."
"But …" Jian Wushuang wanted to say something but hesitated. The reason why he hid his figure was because of the Four Bitter Words that Monk Konglun had set up. The last one was that seeing a living creature must suffer the pain of being cut by knives and chiseled by axes.
"It doesn't matter. Even if I die in a sitting posture after seeing you, it will be worth it."
Hearing this, Jian Wushuang no longer refused. His original figure slowly emerged. Thousands of rays of light surged around him, making him look like a celestial being.
Konglun's pitch-black eyes became clear for a moment. Then, he nodded and gave the origin ring bead in his hand to Jian Wushuang.
"Now that I see you, virtuous man, it reminds me of all my bitter cultivation. I can't help but sigh."
"I was once a fruit on a dying Carefree Tree. I shouldn't have given birth to spiritual wisdom, but there was a Blue Bird who used great perseverance to water the tree every day. It was the same as before for thirty thousand years. It saved the mother tree, plucked me from the tree, and sat under the Buddha's body to listen to Dao enlightenment for countless years. Only then did I gain spiritual wisdom and attain Dao."
"My current situation is also unworthy of the Blue Bird's pity. This old man has no face. I only wish to fall into the extreme darkness and endure the cold and suffering to atone for my sins."
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