"All sages and saints are differentiated by their practice of inaction; this is the spirit of Buddhism,"
the abbot edified Gu Jiangnian with his words. A few simple phrases had utterly astounded Gu Jiangnian's heart, leaving him unable to recuperate his senses for a long time. Very few in this world could persuade him, and even fewer could impart any philosophy or belief. Yet, in the few minutes he had sat down today, Gu Jiangnian felt as though a crack had been opened in his long-sealed heart.
This sensation was still a first for him.
Gu Jiangnian's fingertips, which rested on his knees, slowly intertwined, and that shallow smile began to spread from his eyes, embodying a sense of clarity and understanding.
"All sages and saints are differentiated by their practice of inaction," in the eyes of the elders of the Gu Family, he was a butcher stained with blood.
But in the eyes of some, he might be considered a philanthropist.
It's just a difference in beliefs.
