"Troubles arose from people; no one could avoid them!" Mo Jianli shook his head slightly. "Senior Xiao's cultivation may be formidable, but he too had troubles, and a past he never fled from. His cultivation is his own; Xiao Jian's cultivation is Xiao Jian's. The cultivation of people like you and me... can only be our own!"
"Hahaha, Mister Mo!" Zhu Junfeng laughed loudly and cupped his hands. "This junior has been taught! Everyone in this world walks a different path of cultivation. Buddhism has its own way, we Confucian cultivators have ours, and the Daoists have theirs. Buddhism speaks of saving all living beings; we Confucian cultivators speak of entering and leaving the world, seeking to rectify the heart, cultivate the self, regulate the family, govern the state, and bring peace to all under heaven. What of Senior Xiao's Daoist path?"
"Perhaps it is calming the heart, nurturing one's nature, and joining the Dao with one's body?" Mo Jianli did not understand it very well either and spoke softly.
"Perhaps so~" Zhu Junfeng nodded. "None of them keep the common people in their hearts, but we Confucian cultivators cannot do otherwise. They can all drift away in carefree freedom, but Zhu alone cannot simply wash his hands of it. Let them come, then. Let Zhu see just how capable Buddhism is, to drive Changsheng Academy out of Changsheng Town."
"Junfeng..." Mo Jianli knew what Zhu Junfeng was thinking and shook his head. "We need only do what we should do, use all our strength to aid the world. That is both cultivation and saving people. If we simply fall into the conflict between Immortals and Buddhas, that would be taking the lower road! Though a thousand siftings and washings are bitter toil, only when the wild sand is blown