novelaction Chapter 451 Killing Based on One's True Intentions
Chapter 451 Killing Based on One's True Intentions
Hou Feng had already been tied up and was wriggling around like a silkworm cocoon, cursing incessantly.
The mortals who were supposed to disperse had already left, and those who remained were the bold ones, peeking out to watch the excitement. The other cultivators in the theater, however, were not afraid and were quite leisurely drinking tea and watching the spectacle.
This matter seems to have been resolved.
The bookseller, trembling with fear and lingering dread, collapsed to the ground.
Wu Heng knew that Zhu Wuji was in love with her sister and disliked him; she was also somewhat grateful and apologetic because Zhu Wuji had just helped her but was accidentally injured.
Therefore, his tone of voice was somewhat awkward when he spoke:
"Thank you for your help, Fellow Daoist Zhu. I will bear all the losses incurred because you were injured by my clan's secret medicine. I am taking Hou Feng to Qingyun Sect. Is it on your way, Fellow Daoist Zhu?"
Upon hearing the statement "all losses will be compensated," Zhu Wuyao glanced at Wu Heng.
This is a huge loss...
She came to Qingyun Sect to explore the secret realm where the Spirit Brush was born.
As a result, I got carried away on the way and my spiritual energy flow was obstructed, which really put the cart before the horse...
However, Zhu Wuyao knew that, in terms of the root cause, it was really not Wu Heng's fault; the matter was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.
She glanced at the surviving booksellers, clasped her hands in a fist salute, and said:
"Miss Wuheng, the theater was severely damaged by the fight just now, and it may have even affected ordinary people."
"Could you wait for me for half a day? I will first settle the accounts with the theater and compensate the mortals who were affected before we return to Qingyun Sect together."
"To be honest, I will be going to the secret realm with the team within a month. If the flow of spiritual energy is obstructed, it will be of great trouble to me. I really need Miss Wuheng's help to find a solution to this problem together."
Before Wu Heng could even respond, the surrounding cultivators all turned to look at him.
The reason is simple: after a fight, compensation is required, and this matter touches on a "moral blind spot" for many people.
Most cultivators are neither short of money nor so immoral.
The reason he helped us and then left immediately was not because he was deliberately trying to renege on his debt.
It's not that ordinary people dare to approach immortals to collect debts for a few coins or taels of silver, for fear of upsetting them; on the other hand, leaving only a sheathed sword after performing acts of chivalry is more in line with the spirit of a knight-errant.
If no one brings it up, the cultivator won't remember.
Therefore, it can be considered a "moral blind spot".
Even Wu Heng was taken aback for a moment, and after realizing what was happening, she said repeatedly:
"Oh! Right... we should pay compensation."
He then reached for his wallet.
Normally, given Zhu Wuyao's style, it wouldn't be this complicated. She would simply take out some silver and give it to the theater manager to clean up the mess.
With the reputation of Qingyun Sect behind them, the manager wouldn't be greedy.
The reason I'm doing this personally today is to take this opportunity to talk to the bookseller and tell his fortune.
She felt that the "cause and effect puzzle" of today had not yet been fully sorted out, and she was also afraid that her fate had not been completely changed, and that the bookseller might lose his life again due to the power of correction.
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He borrowed tables and chairs from the theater manager, and Zhu Wuyao sat down behind one of the tables, allowing people to come forward one by one to collect their compensation.
At first, no one dared to step forward.
Or perhaps they simply don't want to go forward.
After all, most of the people who come to listen to the opera have spare money. For such a small loss, what if we upset the immortal? Wouldn't that be a loss that doesn't outweigh the gain?
One of the cultivators found it interesting and stepped forward, saying:
"I was hit by a stone blown by the wind, and I need to buy some ointment to apply."
Zhu Wuyao raised his eyes and looked at the spot the cultivator was pointing to. He couldn't see any injury there, but he still handed over eight coins and called out:
"Next person!"
Once the first person had done it, those who wanted to collect the money stepped forward.
The bookseller was greedy and poor, so he was naturally in the group. When Zhu Wuyao saw him coming, he asked curiously:
"I came here to watch the opera, but I don't think I've seen you before. Why is the opera house paying for the tea instead of making a profit for themselves?"
The bookseller, startled by the question, bowed repeatedly, almost kneeling, thinking the immortal suspected him of fraudulently claiming money. He quickly explained:
"This... today's play, 'The Golden Buddha', is one I wrote. I sold the play to the theater and got a job selling tea, hoping to earn more money..."
Zhu Wuyao was taken aback for a moment.
Was the play "The Golden Buddha" written by this bookseller?!
She looked up at the bookseller, who was neither the worldly cultivator Zhu Wuyao had imagined, nor a well-read scholar.
The bookseller looked restrained and ingratiating; he seemed like nothing more than a greedy, petty commoner.
Such a person could actually become the true interpreter of the "Seven Killings Stele," leaving even the writer of the stele in awe.
This...how is this possible?
It wasn't that Zhu Wuyao held a prejudice against booksellers, but rather that so many talented writers had re-edited the Seven Killings Stele, none of whom had satisfied her.
After seeing "The Golden Buddha" in the theater, one can't help but have higher expectations for the person who wrote the play.
Zhu Wuyao lowered his head and smiled at his own prejudice, then asked:
"This scene is well-written. How...did you come up with it?"
Although Zhu Wuyao was all smiles, the bookseller had never seen such a "big shot" before. His voice trembled as he spoke, and he didn't even think about organizing his thoughts, just blurting out whatever came to mind.
“Immortal, I don’t know how to write this. I didn’t understand the Seven Killings Stele at all.”
"This story is written in a very confusing way, leaving the reader completely bewildered. I couldn't even figure out who the good guys and bad guys were..."
"So I dare not write, for fear of making a mistake, and I can only try to please both sides."
“I dare not judge the good or evil of any character.”
"I have to both praise her and scold her, but I do know one thing: the dead can never come back to life."
"But the theater owner liked it very much."
"She said my play was very well written, and that after listening to it, people might consider me a close friend. Some of the lyrics were even revised by the theater owner."
As the saying goes, those who hear it will consider it a kindred spirit...
He didn't understand the Seven Killings Stele at all...
No one dares to definitively judge the good or evil of any character...
Zhu Wuyao was stunned. She never expected that the writer behind the play "The Golden Buddha," which she had applauded so highly, had not understood the Seven Killings Stele at all. He had only written it because he dared not write it and wanted to please both sides.
How absurd this is.
Or--
It's because those fan fiction writers are too daring; they have hundreds of books to their name, no shortage of writing material, and they've seen all the good and evil in those books.
Therefore, when writing, one is arrogant, quick to judge right and wrong in the text, dares to clarify one's own views, and dares to say that one has made the most objective judgment.
How similar is this to Fu Ji's "killing according to one's own conscience"?
Fu Ji is equally steadfast, unmoved by external influences, and true to herself, but she is "justice being used."
Booksellers are different.
Knowing that his literary talent was inferior to others, he hesitated and worried that he might misjudge the good and evil of the characters in the story and invite people's scorn. Therefore, he dared not put pen to paper easily and wrote "The Golden Buddha" with extra caution.
The bookseller didn't understand her book.
But because they didn't understand it, they were able to fulfill this dreamlike experience in the garden.