My brother is so cunning.

"There are disciples casualties every moment, and they are still arguing?" Cheng Ziwei said incredulously: "If it were my master who was in charge of the overall situation, the activities would have been stopped when the first batch of casualty disciples appeared."

"This only shows that your master has a small structure and has no overall view." Wen Rui said while immersed in the operation: "So your master will never be able to preside over the overall situation. He can manage a small sect with dozens of people, which is only his ability." It’s the limit.”

"You!" Cheng Ziwei raised her eyebrows and said, "As the chief elder of the sect, what is more important than the lives of the disciples?"

"That's a lot."

Wen Rui replied to her one after another: "For example, face, interests, authority, orthodoxy, reputation... if there is too much of anything, it will naturally depreciate. In a large sect with thousands of disciples, human lives are used as chips on the scale, and the value is measured. It’s hard to weigh whether it’s two taels or a thousand catties.”

"Nonsense, how can the lives of Taoist disciples not be important?"

Cheng Ziwei retorted: "They are all precious seeds for inheriting the Taoism. Shouldn't disciples from the same origin and sect be as close as family members? Losing any family member is an immeasurable loss. We should not take face, interests, power, etc. Measure things outside of yourself!”

"Don't take your own life too seriously. It's just a few Jindan and Yuanying monks who died. The lives of Erlangshen's dog and Guanyin Bodhisattva's fish are more valuable than the lives of these Taoist disciples."

Wen Rui raised his head and said meaningfully: "Back then, there was a god-conferring activity, and thousands of immortals fell from the Jiejiao. They were all immortals. I didn't see Taoist Hongjun shed a tear. Yuanshi Tianzun was even more eager to intercept them. The life of an immortal is so worthless, what does it matter to an ant who has not become an immortal?"

Cheng Ziwei's face turned pale, she lowered her head and thought, "We are obviously both interpretation sects, and the teachings and inheritances come from the same source, but they are constraining each other. This is really inappropriate."

"The three religions of Chan, Ren, and Jie have the same origin. Not to mention being restricted, they are not merciless when it comes to killing each other."

Wen Rui said with a smile: "Now that the Jie Jiao is in decline, the Human Jiao is beginning to rise. The Chan Jiao has his hands in his pockets and doesn't know what an opponent is. The main conflict will be transferred to the inside. Isn't it the same for a certain country in a parallel world? After being invincible in the world, it will Internal friction is about to begin, people in the same bed are separated from each other, and there is nothing new under the sun.”

"Okay..." Cheng Ziwei was unable to argue, and said in a harsh voice: "It's just internal fighting between the branch sects. Although the Jinting Immortal Sect and the Jade Cauldron Immortal Sect have fewer casualties, they are not without them. Could it be that there are internal conflicts within their sects? Wouldn’t the disciples feel chilled when they see that their master still insists on exploring dangerous secrets and causing more casualties?”

"It is the traditional virtue of our monks to be a dead Taoist but not a poor Taoist."

Wen Rui shrugged: "Who said there are no conflicts within a large sect? If Master's favorite disciple dies, doesn't the second favorite one get promoted? As long as it's not him who dies, it's not too late to be happy. What's wrong with that? Heart?"

"We are the righteous way! We represent the highest moral standard for all living beings in the three realms." Cheng Ziwei rubbed her hair and said: "We are said to be so miserable by you, and we are no different from monsters! This is not true, it must be you. Spreading rumors and slandering!”

"hey-hey."

Wen Rui sneered:

"The monks of the Chan and Ren religions cannot represent the highest moral standards. "If you believe it, believe it, if you don't believe it, go away, don't delay the Taoist master, I will ascend." This kind of attitude in life may seem aloof, but in fact it is the most selfish."

"Don't forget that practicing ascension consumes resources. Taking away the resources of heaven and earth that belong to all living beings just to satisfy your own selfishness is not only immoral, but also a bit evil."

"Taking a step back, even if you don't use up any resources to become an immortal, what's the point of coming to this world? It's better not to be born at all. It's meaningless to have you without you. Are you here to make up for it?"

"It's not impossible to come to the human world to make up the numbers, but don't pretend to be critical. It seems that you are several levels higher than ordinary people. In terms of making a positive impact on the world, you can only play with children and beggars."

Wen Rui dismissed the status of a monk who was above all pretentious as worthless. Cheng Ziwei's thoughts were trembling, and her anger rose for no reason: "We, the Qingcheng Sect, swear to uphold the right path, kill demons and protect the peace of the world. Why is it meaningless! I believe that if there is a disaster in the world, my colleagues in Chanjiao will not just sit idly by.”

Wen Rui said in surprise: "Don't you, Taishang Laojun, the founder of human religion, advocate 'ruling by doing nothing and not fighting with others'? You, the Qingcheng sect, take care of the affairs of the world and compete with demons. This is an extreme idea. Does he know this?" Be careful of him excommunicating you and declaring you heretics."

"This..." Cheng Ziwei was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to argue.

"As for the teachings, the premise for them to kill demons is to see if the demons infringe on their interests. If the demons are beneficial to their overall situation, they don't necessarily have to kill them in a hurry. They have to nurture the demons and respect themselves when necessary."

Wen Rui said insinuatingly: "For example, the three demons of the Xuanyuan Tomb had slipped up in front of Yun Zhongzi a long time ago, but they were not killed until the dust settled after the fall of the Yin Shang Dynasty. The three demons were too powerful, and the four saints had to be close to them. The enemy, or killing him too early will cause trouble?"

At this point, Wen Rui suddenly let out an "ahhh" sound, and the life monitoring equipment nearby sounded an alarm, and the image of the information window showing the heartbeat turned into a straight line.

"I was just talking to you, and my hand slipped while I was distracted." Wen Rui scratched his head with an embarrassed look on his face and said, "What a sin, this is probably hopeless. Let's try using a defibrillator."

Watching Wen Rui mocking the Chan Cult while killing a Chan Cult disciple with his hands, Cheng Ziwei couldn't figure out whether he did it on purpose or accidentally.

Wen Rui was of course careless on purpose. The patient lying on the operating table was also on the blacklist of Wen Rui's Death Note. He was worried about not having an excuse to cure the patient. Isn't distraction during conversation a good excuse?

After three days of part-time work and study as an emergency assistant, Cheng Ziwei had some experience. She took out the defibrillator very skillfully and helped Wen Rui to do cardiac electric shocks in a hurry. However, after several high-voltage currents were connected, the operating room was filled with the aroma of barbecue, and the patient's heartbeat still did not recover.

"Announce the time of death."

Wen Rui spread his hands helplessly and said to her: "Don't blame yourself too much. Although you took the initiative to talk, it was my fault for talking and being distracted during the operation. This life is on my head. I, Mr. Wen, will pay for it."

"I...this...is not..."

Cheng Ziwei was speechless and stammered for a long time. She squeezed out two words with a bitter face: "Okay..."

It is said that it is never too late to mend the fold after the sheep have been lost. Last time, I ignored Cheng Ziwei's presence, which made me lose control of my expression and almost let myself out.

This time, I learned from my experience and used the same method to kill someone in front of her, but I was fully prepared for expression management and reasons for failure to see if she would still be suspicious.