Lin Zhu Takes on the Buddhist Army Head-On

"How... how can those be compared?!"

Guanyin argued, but her momentum had already weakened somewhat.

"Why can't they be compared?"

Lin Zhu pressed forward step by step.

"The phrase 'send him to Western Heaven' is itself highly ambiguous and embellished by literary usage! In Buddhist scriptures and everyday context, it can mean either 'escort someone safely to Spirit Mountain in Western Heaven' or 'help them attain rebirth in the Pure Land'! You gave such an ambiguous instruction to someone who had been imprisoned for five hundred years, severely disconnected from society, and possessed a direct, crude way of thinking... Ahem, to the party involved, yet failed to explain or regulate it clearly. This led to his misunderstanding and subsequent actions, causing serious consequences. Tell me, shouldn't the primary fault lie with Western Heaven, which issued an ambiguous order and failed in its duty to provide clear notice?"

This combination of the "unclear task description argument" and the "victim's cognitive bias argument" sounded rather forced, yet its logic was strangely self-consistent. Guanyin, accustomed to grand principles and absolute authority, could not immediately find a suitable angle from which to completely refute him.

She only felt a stifling gloom clogging her chest, and even her Buddha Light wavered slightly.

Seeing Guanyin's face turn livid and that she had fallen silent, Lin Zhu knew he had gained the upper hand in the first round of "reasoning." But he also knew that words alone could never truly make the Buddhist Sect yield.

His tone shifted as he began bringing out the real ammunition.

"Even if we take ten thousand steps back," Lin Zhu said, his expression suddenly turning stern and cold, his gaze like blades as it swept over Guanyin and the enormous projection of the Immovable Wisdom King behind her, "even without considering