One of the biggest reasons I felt nothing for Buddhism.
Was the saying, "Lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."
Du Yunting had recently embraced Buddhism and had become rather deeply obsessed. He thought that once he abandoned his evil thoughts and stopped killing, he became a good person.
He thought that because we had temporarily become something like allies, we would no longer hold him accountable for our past grievances.
He was being a little naive.
I still preferred the way Daoism handled things.
Grudges had to be avenged. Leaving them unavenged felt awful and affected one's Dao Heart.
He thought losing two legs would be enough to cancel out those grudges.
Those two legs of his were not even enough to pay for Fang Man's life.
That night.
I went to Seventh Master's place.
As soon as I entered, the Tabby Cat came over again.
Cats were aloof animals, but this Tabby Cat was particularly affectionate toward me, rubbing against me as soon as it came over.
I was just about to pick it up when it suddenly broke away, walked a few steps ahead, and looked back at me.
I kept following it, and eventually it led me to the door of a room.
I looked at the door. A talisman was stuck to it, and it was locked as well.
I had noticed this room before. I knew Seventh Master was keeping a ghost inside, but I had never asked him about it.
If Seventh Master had not told me, he must have had his reasons.
Besides, he was not a man with ill intentions. I would not meddle.
The cat seemed to have deliberately led me to this door.
What did it want?
*Did it want me to open this