Leng Zhuxin listened from the side and found herself quite in agreement with Fanjing's approach.
Monks, after all, are human, not Buddhas. How could they truly be entirely free of greed, anger, and delusion? Not harboring malicious intentions, saving the souls and people worthy of salvation, and refusing to bestow blind compassion upon the wicked—that is true discernment, understanding causality, and seeing things clearly. If they truly saved the good and the evil alike, and believed that dropping the butcher's knife instantly turns one into a Buddha, how much injustice would there be in this world?
A good person who commits a single bad deed is no longer considered a good person, much like a single drop of ink falling into pure water. A bad person is already a bucket of ink; could adding a little pure water ever turn it white? What is more, some bad people are not even a bucket of ink with a tiny bit of pure water, but simply people who have stopped adding more ink. To call that a sudden spiritual awakening—where is the logic in that?
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