Yang Le smiled politely at Wu Xiaobo, and then projected a picture on the wall. The picture above seemed to be a Buddha statue, but what was different from ordinary Buddha statues was that half of his face was that of a kind-hearted Buddha, and the other half was green-faced and fanged.

The devil.

"I believe you have all seen this picture, yes! Its name is "One thought is Buddha, one thought is devil." The secular people misinterpret it, saying that if you have kind thoughts in your heart, you are a Buddha, otherwise you are a devil.

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"As everyone knows, good intentions can do bad things, and bad intentions can also save people! There is nothing right or wrong in this world. As long as the result is good, then he is a Buddha; if the result is bad, then he is a devil!"

Li Ming watched Yang Le talk eloquently on the stage and felt that he had stolen the limelight, so he deliberately pretended to be a good student and asked.

"Yang...Professor Chen, I understand a little bit about how good intentions lead to bad things, but I think bad intentions definitely cannot lead to good things. I hope the professor can clarify his doubts."

"This is a very good question. Let's give him some applause first!"

Seeing that the question not only had no impact on Yang Le, but also had the audacity to treat himself as a student and prepare to lecture, Li Ming was so angry that he clenched his fists, but he did not dare to get angry.

"Li Ming, let's say I'm on a street in a community right now, leaning against a telephone pole to listen to music. There's an 80-year-old grandmother with limited mobility sitting on the chair next to her. Her crutches suddenly slipped and rolled to the ground.

At my feet, she stopped me and politely asked for help, hoping that I could pick it up for her. What do you think I should do to be kind?"

Li Ming: "We should naturally lend a helping hand when we can. Besides, helping her pick up the crutches is just a simple task. Of course, picking it up is a good intention!"

Yang Le: "On the other hand, if I didn't help her pick up the crutches because I didn't have any kind thoughts in my heart or even thought she was in trouble, would it be called a bad thing?"

Li Ming: "Of course!"

Yang Le: "Very good! Our story continues! Because I ignored the old man, the old lady had to get up by herself and walked to me with difficulty. Just as she bent down to pick up the crutches, she lived upstairs.

The couple lost their fight and a kitchen knife fell from a height and was inserted directly into the place where she was sitting."

Yang Le looked at Li Ming and asked with a smile: "Now tell me, am I wrong or not?"

Is it right, good or bad?”

The whole hall was silent, and everyone was deep in thought. No one argued rudely. It was just a story, and the truth contained in it was what they needed. The previous inertial thinking was greatly impacted. For a moment, everyone

My mind was a little confused.

What Yang Le needed was this kind of effect, and he continued to talk to everyone while the iron was hot.

"Whose unity does good and bad come from? The answer was told to you yesterday by Zhang Mengmeng! People! What is in the interest of the vast majority of people is good, and vice versa is bad! Everyone should stick to their own

Work hard for happiness in your job, instead of doing these useless things like you who have high academic qualifications!"

Li Ming: "Professor Chen! Now I seriously doubt whether you are the bishop from the headquarters! According to you, the religious religion that only focuses on rescuing people is not good, right?"

Yang Le: "In some respects, God's religion is of course good! No matter what the purpose, he has done some good things. But! His results are not good. You can go to a charity to do good deeds. There is no need to establish a

What kind of mysterious organization is this? Normal people will suffer from birth, old age, sickness and death. The so-called cure for sickness and pain after baptism with holy water is simply nonsense in my opinion."

Unexpectedly, Yang Le was so clear about what happened last night. Zhang Mengmeng lowered his head in shame, still thinking, "He shouldn't have seen anything, right?"

How could Wu Xiaobo, who was sitting below, not understand that the person on the stage was a fake? No matter whether what Yang Le said was reasonable or not, he could become a black bishop, he always believed in the teachings of the divine religion. A somewhat angry Wu Xiaobo shouted and then

He clenched his fists and rushed to the podium.

"He is not from the headquarters! Catch him quickly!"

Catch? Who is Yang Le? Are these kittens and puppies worthy of being his opponents? He punched Wu Xiaobo in the eye. The middle-aged man who was knocked away instantly had panda eyes on his face. Zhang Mengmeng stood beside him.

No matter how you look at it, it looks familiar.

"Ah~"

Ignoring Wu Xiaobo who was screaming on the ground, Yang Le continued to speak to the people in the audience.

"Is this your leader? The bishop you regard as God? You see, he can also feel pain. Has he deceived you? And does my white lie to everyone suddenly seem so cute?"

The people present were lost in thought. Seeing this, the bishop who was lying on the ground suddenly became crazy. His two fists glowed with green light. He smashed the table next to him with a punch and rushed towards Yang Le with gnashing teeth.

"Boy! You're looking for death yourself, I'm going to kill you!"

All the members were shocked by Wu Xiaobo's murderous aura. This was definitely a pair of hands that had killed many people, or even more than one. Otherwise, the young and energetic Li Ming would have almost peed his pants.

Zhang Mengmeng was worried and was about to rush over, but was hugged by Li Ming.

Yang Le actually turned around and gave him a thumbs up: "Boy, look! You have bad intentions towards me, but you have done good things to Mengmeng! Take care of yourself!"

It wasn't until after he finished speaking that Wu Xiaobo's fist came in front of him. Looking at the green light, Yang Le frowned for the first time.

"It shouldn't be!"

I don't know whether it was because he couldn't beat him or for some reason, but Yang Le never fought back and just dodged passively. Seeing this, Wu Xiaobo's confidence increased greatly, and it seemed that even his punches became more powerful.

Zhang Mengmeng burst into anxious tears beside her, but her small frame could not break free from the arm of the captain of the school basketball team.

Worry, regret, helplessness, and self-blame spread throughout her body. She slowly sat on the ground and shouted with the last bit of strength in her body.

"Yang Le! You can't die! Wuwuwu~, you bully me every time, and I haven't taken revenge yet! Wuwu~, you have to be responsible for this!"

The little girl's words were heard by Yang Le, who was carefully observing the green light, as "You have to be responsible for me!" It was as if he had cast a restraining spell on him, and he was accidentally hit by Wu Xiaobo's green fist.

On the chest.

Yang Le flew upside down and smashed the podium where the computer was placed. It seemed that there was a short circuit in the wires, and the thick smoke drowned his thin body.

Zhang Mengmeng's eyes were splitting. After living for more than 20 years, this was the first time that she cared about an "outsider" like this. She didn't know where she got the strength to open her bloody mouth at Li Ming's arm.

"Ah~"

Following our basketball captain's scream, Zhang Mengmeng quickly pounced on Wu Xiaobo.
Chapter completed!