Chapter 69: What Do You Think?
I must say, after continuously cultivating the Eight-Part Vajra during this period, Old Dog’s little physique is truly solid.
A few days ago, while this guy was on a bus, an old woman got into an argument with him. Old Dog just talked back a couple of times.
That woman directly reached out and slapped Old Dog across the face, which infuriated him.
He scolded the woman, telling her to stop hitting him, and that he would retaliate if she continued. But the woman refused to listen and even said to Old Dog, “I’ll hit you, I’ll hit you on purpose, so what?”
Old Dog couldn’t hold back for a moment, and with a backhand, he knocked the woman down and kicked her a few times.
Afterwards, he came back and asked me if what he did was a bit wrong, and if he shouldn’t have fought back against the woman, since women are the weaker sex, and he shouldn’t have laid hands on a woman.
I asked Old Dog, “Is she your mother?”
“No.”
“Then is she your wife?”
“No.”
“Then why should you spoil her?”
Old Dog scratched his head, “No, Old Ghost, I also feel like it wasn’t quite right.”
I saw that he had already done it and had fought back, yet he was still bothered. I smiled helplessly,
“Old Dog, can I ask you something?”
“What is it, Old Ghost?”
“You tell me, if a sheep that eats grass proactively headbutts a leopard, and then the leopard turns and bites the sheep twice, who is to blame, the sheep or the leopard?”
Hearing this, Old Dog said without thinking, “It’s definitely the sheep’s fault!”
“Exactly.”
“But, but we are people, not a leopard and a sheep?”
Damn, seeing that this guy still hadn’t gotten it, I was speechless.
“Are people animals?”
“Yes!”
“The weak provoke the strong, attack the strong first, and the strong retaliate, right?”
Old Dog thought about it, “It’s both right and wrong, isn’t it? After all, there’s the law. If you retaliate, it’s considered mutual combat, and if you hit too hard, you’ll have to pay money.”
“Mm, yes. Then did you hit her? Did you pay money?”
“I did hit her, and I paid.”
“Then do you regret it?”
“This, how should I put it? If I say I regret it, then yes, a little, because you’ve always told me to try not to fight with women. But I also don’t regret it completely, because that woman was too damn infuriating. She hit me once, and it would have been fine if I didn’t fight back, but she kept hitting. If it happened again, I probably would have fought back.”
“Then what are you conflicted about now? Are you conflicted about whether you should have hit her?”
“Yes, I always feel like it wasn’t quite right.”
“Heh, isn’t this a very simple problem? Either she hits you and you don’t retaliate, and she pays you money, or you retaliate, she doesn’t win, and you pay her money.”
“Isn’t there a third option?”
“Yes, you could consider her your younger sister or older sister, and then you would have tolerated it. It wouldn’t have been a big deal. But if you can’t do that, then you retaliate. After all, no one is her father, and everyone can’t just spoil her.”
Old Dog pondered for a moment, then said, “Old Ghost, why do I feel like you said nothing, and yet you seem to have said everything?”
I smiled, “What do you think?”
“I think you said it, and I think you didn’t say it.”
“Then you can just think whatever you want, it’s up to you.”
Old Dog pondered for a long time and said helplessly, “I think I’ll just go step in dog feces, haha, fuck!”
Watching Old Dog’s departing back, I really wanted to tell him that there is no right or wrong in this world, it just depends on which angle you place your own heart at.
However, I couldn’t say this explicitly. If I said it, although he would understand the principle, he wouldn’t be able to apply it.
This is because people can only truly achieve results from what they realize themselves, or what they learn and can do.
Although I told him not to easily fight with women, I never said it was absolutely impossible. After all, there is a saying: “Do not advise others to be good if you have not experienced their suffering.”
If you are not involved, no one has the right to make any choices for the person in that situation, nor do they have the right to criticize.
After all, everyone’s perspective is inherently different. Most people consider problems from their own perspective, and I cannot say this is wrong, nor can I say it is right.
Sometimes, it seems like your retaliation will also help her improve. If you hadn’t retaliated today, and she just paid a little money and it was over.
Afterwards, she would still be arrogant and domineering. One day she might encounter a reckless guy who would directly get rid of her, which would actually harm her.
People, sometimes good and evil, cannot be judged by temporary right and wrong.
And so, the next day, I encountered a similar problem to Old Dog’s.
While on the bus, I also encountered a peculiar human being blooming in a cesspool.
“Move in a bit.”
A princess weighing over two hundred pounds, with a butt almost as big as both of ours.
Coincidentally, we were sitting next to each other, and her butt was so big that she couldn’t sit comfortably and kept telling me to move further in.
I thought, “Damn it, Big Brother, I’m already practically stuck in the seat, and you want me to move in more?”
You’re big-assed and taking up space, and I won’t say anything about that, but why is your face bigger than your butt?
Do you really think I’m easy to bully just because I’m skinny?
I kept squeezing myself further in while mentally scolding this fat chick.
I thought that since I, Big Brother, am so kind, understanding, and compassionate, a rare gem of a youth, if I give her some space, she would surely calm down a bit?
But to my surprise, this younger sister actually said to me:
“Hey! Didn’t you hear me tell you to move in a bit?”
After saying that, she even glared at me.
How presumptuous of you! If your eyesight is bad, can’t you wear glasses when you go out?
Big Brother, I’m practically sitting in your lap, are you really pretending not to see it?
She squeezed me so much that I was facing the car window, my toes touching the ground, my butt sticking up, afraid to put it down, because if I did, I would be sitting on her lap.
I don’t know what this chick was thinking, but she just took up two seats with her butt as a matter of course.
Originally, I was thinking of just tolerating it, after all, I’m a cultivator, I can’t be like mortals.
Later, I really couldn’t take it anymore, oh damn it!
“Pfft!”
A powerful, everyday leek pancake fart, lasting one minute and thirty-two seconds, was directly blown onto the fatty’s face.
“Ahhh!”
This fart was like a hairdryer, blowing her mouth open and making it whistle.
After I finished, I wanted to turn around and apologize to her.
I thought, you can squeeze me, but if you squeeze me so much that I can’t hold my fart, that’s not your fault. It’s my fault for not clenching my chrysanthemum tightly, why should I blame the little fairy?
But when I turned around, damn it, this younger sister rolled her eyes and was spitting mouthfuls of saliva.
Cough cough cough.
It made me feel very embarrassed, and I quickly got off the bus before we even reached the stop.
After getting off the bus, I even specifically recited the Rebirth Mantra for her several times.
