One Punch to Smash You to Pieces, Then Ask If You Fear Hell

You were only temporarily ridding the people of harm this time. You didn't solve the problem at its root."

Tang Sanzang froze for a moment, lowered his head, and thought it over. He found that Lin Zhu was indeed right. Scratching his chin, he asked in confusion, "Then what does Immortal Lord mean... should this humble monk let them go?"

"Not let them go."

Lin Zhu shook his head. "You should deliver them from suffering."

"Isn't that what this humble monk has been doing?"

Tang Sanzang pointed at the groaning monks sprawled across the ground behind him, his face full of confusion. "This humble monk sends them on their way with one punch each. Isn't that delivering them from suffering?"

Lin Zhu took a deep breath, feeling that he needed another way to explain it to Tang Sanzang. After pondering for a moment and organizing his thoughts, he said, "Delivering souls from suffering in the Buddhist Sect isn't as simple as beating people to death.

"You must first make them recognize their sins, make them feel genuine remorse from the depths of their hearts, and only then send them on their way. That way, when their souls are delivered, they will be clean and able to be reborn into a good path.

"The way you did it just now may have destroyed their bodies, but their souls are still stained. That isn't delivering them from suffering. That's simply killing people."

Tang Sanzang listened intently, his brows furrowing and relaxing, then relaxing and furrowing again. After thinking it over, he hesitated. "But, Immortal Lord... when these bandits murdered and set fires, they never considered whether anyone would be delivered from suffering or not. Why should this humble monk think so much before killing them?"

"Because you are different from them."

Lin