"What do good and evil fruits, blessings and retribution, have to do with those who have been reincarnated?"
Chang Wei's voice rang out again, carrying both accusation and pity.
"Why should people who have already forgotten everything about their past lives be born into suffering—families destroyed, loved ones dead, born with disabilities—all in the name of retribution for sins from a previous life?"
Chang Wei's words brimmed with condemnation for the unfairness of fate.
His words were like raging waves, crashing again and again against Ji Dian's inner defenses.
"Do you know how many people in this world suffer for the sins of their previous lives while still ignorant and unaware? They should have been innocent, pure children, so why must they struggle through misery? Meanwhile, some children born into powerful and wealthy families enjoy splendor and riches from birth, yet often fail to cherish them and commit all kinds of evil. Is that what you call blessings?"
Chang Wei's words were like a sharp sword, striking directly at the absurdity of reincarnation and karma.
Chang Wei's words were like demonic sounds invading his ears, leaving Ji Dian dizzy and disoriented. He closed his eyes and tried to calm the turmoil in his heart.
Those doubts about reincarnation and karma were like candlelight in the darkness. Though faint, they were enough to illuminate a patch of chaos, causing the Buddhist principles he had long believed beyond question to begin wavering.
I am the Dragon-Subduing Arhat. Only after enduring countless calamities did I attain the Arhat fruition. My heart should be as still as Shisui, detached from all worldly matters. Yet today's debate has stirred waves within me, as though I were caught amid violent winds and raging seas, unable to control myself.
Ji Dian pondered silently. He closed his eyes