Taking advantage of this drinking session, Xue Pan asked me a question.
"Brother Xin, you know about Li Meng. Your brother here may not be a good man—I was lecherous by nature when I was alive—but I'm definitely not some tasteless pervert. You know that. I just want to ask, Brother Xin, do you have any way to help Li Meng break free from the pain of jumping off a building over and over every day?"
"Yeah, brother. Li Meng hasn't had it easy either. If it weren't for that beast Wu Sheng, she never would've killed herself. If you've got a way, help her out."
Golden Toad chimed in as well.
Hearing that, I let out a sigh.
"Ah, I want to help with this too, but to be honest, there really isn't any way."
I glanced at Xue Pan, then turned my gaze to Golden Toad.
"Brother Jin, you're a cultivator too. You should understand this sort of thing. The Heavenly Dao is fair. It won't help someone just because they're weak, nor will it destroy someone just because they're strong. At most, it only makes the trials it sets a little harder.
"And as far as I know, any living being who dies by suicide cannot change the process of repeatedly dying, even after their resentment Qi has dispersed. If it were a ghost who died unnaturally or passed away normally, I would have methods to send them on. But for suicide... even if the Jade Emperor himself came, he couldn't change it.
"Ah... no matter who it is, no matter the reason, if they choose to give up on themselves, then no one can help them. Not gods, not Buddhas. Ah..."
At that, the two lowered their heads dejectedly.
Old Gouzi hadn't said anything, but he