After all, men of the cloth do their best not to get entangled in karma.
This isn't to say one must become completely cold and heartless.
Sometimes, if you come across someone worth helping, and it doesn't cost you too much, you still lend a hand.
In Zhi Tan's case, however, Xu Lei felt no strong impulse to intervene.
Years ago, Hui Ming had brought Zhi Tan, a wandering orphan, back to Tianming Temple.
He had bestowed upon him a Dao Seed and a Cultivation Technique, and the temple provided him with a monthly stipend of silver coins and other benefits befitting a True Monk.
But he didn't cherish any of it.
After leaving the mountain, he fell back into his old ways and couldn't even manage to live like a normal person.
'A man like that? Why bother pulling him up?'
'You might not even be able to lift him, and just end up getting your hands dirty.'
Buying him a roast chicken was the full extent of Xu Lei's benevolence.
「Three days later.」
