A Roar at Injustice

Whenever I scrolled through short videos, I often came across people saying all sorts of unbelievably mystical nonsense. It was especially hilarious.

A bunch of people who never even studied what the scriptures actually said, who did not even know what Buddha was.

Yet they opened their mouths claiming they studied Buddhism, claiming they believed in Buddha.

Some went even further, saying that whenever they recited the Earth Store Sutra, they often saw a room full of yin entities.

I was truly speechless with people like this. Wasn't this obviously slandering Buddha?

Buddha Himself said that Buddha was inherently formless. Even being able to see a Buddha phase was wrong, let alone seeing ghosts!

Wasn't that obviously believing themselves into madness? I was completely floored by people like that.

They shouted about studying Buddhism and cultivating Buddhism on one side, then shouted about being scared after reciting sutras on the other.

Why recite sutras at all like that? When people told you reciting sutras could benefit you and grant you blessings, they were using that method to help steady your thoughts.

But look at you—not only had your recitation failed to steady you, your mind had become even more chaotic than before.

What exactly were you cultivating, then?

The logic was simple. If you could still think about other things while reciting sutras, still see other things, then damn it, you were not reciting with focus. If you truly focused and put every thought into reciting the sutra, what the hell could you still see? You could even forget the passage of time.

If your thoughts could wander while reciting sutras, then your mental obstruction was enormous. It also meant you doubted your own faith. Believing in anything in that state would not bring benefit, only harm.

Recently, I had been researching another technique called Enter the realm healing. It meant casting one's consciousness into another space during meditation or in a dream.

There, in that other space, one could repair and heal oneself. Though the physical body did not move in reality, the sensations within the realm felt completely real.

This method could also help people carry out physical self-repair.

It was like feeling sad in a dream and crying, then waking up to discover that you really had cried. Or dreaming of something frightening, then waking with your heart still pounding.

If this method could be put to use, then I believed it would definitely have unexpected effects on certain diseases that were very difficult for humanity to cure.

Of course, that was only my theory. I had not tried doing it, because I was healthy as hell.

I had merely learned a little about methods of training mental force within the realm, and I often comprehended the Dao in dreams, gaining insight into many principles.

I rarely meditated in daily life. To be honest, I was too lazy to sit in meditation, because I could randomly enter a state of comprehending the Dao while sleeping. That state was wonderful and free.

The human body had some sort of special connection with the universe. For instance, I had suffered a serious injury to my leg, and whenever the weather turned bad, I could feel it coming. I was more accurate than the weather forecast.

Why was that? Science surely had all kinds of explanations, but think about it carefully: one was your body, the other was the external environment. No matter how scientific it was, it still felt a little unscientific.

Actually, I felt that science was not a fixed doctrine, but a field of learning that constantly explored.

Our perception of this universe was far too weak. The human Physical Eye could only see four to five percent of the things in this world, and even that was being generous.

The real figure might be even lower. Then there was the dark matter around us, which we could neither see nor touch—thick as ox hair, numerous as stars, so abundant that we could scarcely believe it.

If humans were intelligent, and human science was great, then why were people foolish enough to always treat their own imaginings as reality?

Sometimes, I felt that the state displayed by those locked inside psychiatric hospitals looked more normal than normal people.

There was a buddy named Zhang San who was riding a motorcycle when an old man running a red light crashed into him. Zhang San was kindhearted; after helping the old man up, he did not ask him for compensation and was instead worried about how the old man was doing.

Well, wasn't that just fucking great? After the old man called his daughter, she heard that her father had crashed and fallen, and immediately brought over thirty people. No matter what, they would not let Zhang San leave.

Zhang San explained the situation clearly. The old man had run the red light and hit him, and the traffic police had arrived too. After checking the surveillance footage, it was confirmed that the old man bore full responsibility.

Normally, in a situation like that, what else could anyone possibly say?

Zhang San thought everything had been explained, so he could leave. The old man was so old, so there was no need to make him pay. They could let the matter end there.

But guess what? The old man's daughter acted like a complete idiot. The moment she heard that Zhang San was leaving, she kicked up a fuss on the spot, insisting that Zhang San had to pay compensation.

Zhang San explained again, but this woman just would not stop, throwing one tantrum after another.

In the end, it escalated straight to the police station.

No matter where you went, reason had to prevail. It had been repeatedly confirmed and ruled that it was the old man's responsibility, but this woman still refused to accept it.

Left with no choice, Zhang San had to follow legal procedure and demand compensation from the other side.

Only then did this woman go soft. She put on a miserable act, saying this and that, saying how difficult the old man's life was, hoping Zhang San would not pursue the matter.

Zhang San was a real man too. He said, "I gave you a chance, but you did not cherish it. I wasn't even fucking asking you to pay, and you turned around and tried to extort me."

"Nothing you say will work now. Everything will be handled according to legal procedure."

Tell me, wasn't that more insane than a mental patient? She would not admit that her side was at fault. When the traffic police arrived, she should have admitted it, right? Still no. Once they got to the station, she should have admitted it, right? Still no.

Wasn't that trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used as bait? She had been in the wrong from the start, yet when the other party did not hold it against her, she got even more worked up.

Was that something a normal person could do?

People who thought so highly of themselves like that were everywhere nowadays.

There was also a father and daughter who took a taxi and pulled the same kind of crap. When they arrived, they would not get out, insisting that the driver get out and carry their things for them. They even said it was the driver's duty.

Even when the female driver called the police, it did not help. The two of them stubbornly stayed in her car, drinking and pissing in it. God knew how the fuck they had lived to be so old.

The lady might have had no way to deal with you two, but once the cops came, did you think they would still indulge you?

That father and daughter happily received a pair of big silver bracelets and got locked up for a week.

Feeling good now? Having fun?

I realized there were absurdly many idiots like this nowadays. Wherever they went, they acted as though everyone owed them money.

They always seemed to think everyone was their father and had to spoil them. Even dogs could not pull this kind of shit, yet people could.

You paid ten-odd bucks for a taxi. You had not hired a driver to drive for your Household. Why the hell did you have to put on airs and act like some rich big shot?

The harmonious society nowadays was the only thing that saved those two. If this had happened in the past, what decent hero who saw it would not have given them two Flying Kicks, then left without even leaving his name after doing a good deed?

If this had been before your big brother cultivated the Dao, back when kicking people did not cost money, then honestly, I could kick seven or eight people like that senseless in a single day.

I was not bragging. Upholding justice and helping the weak had always been my dream since childhood.

What I loved doing most back then was roaring when I saw injustice on the road: when it was time to act, I acted.