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Chapter 85 I will never accept this!

"Master, is it because the actions of these street heroes are illegal that their behavior is considered unjust?"

Matt asked loudly at this moment. Upon hearing this, the monk turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on Matt, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He didn't answer Matt's question directly, but instead slowly said, "Justice? Do you really believe that our government's laws represent justice?"

"How could he possibly represent justice? I don't believe our government can represent justice!"

"Can a president with Alzheimer's disease represent justice?"

"Isn't the law all about serving those big capitalists?"

Before Matt could even speak, the onlookers started offering their opinions, and not a single person present believed that the law could represent justice.

Matt found it absurd that not a single person in the crowd supported the procedural justice he believed in.

Is this phenomenon widespread or isolated in America today?

"Do you still believe that the law represents justice?"

"Master, although those present do not believe that the law represents justice, I will still uphold justice in the name of the law."

After considering it, Matt shared his thoughts.

He doesn't care what others think of him. As long as he's doing what he believes is right, Matt will persist no matter how difficult it is or how much criticism he faces.

Can a law made by slave owners represent justice? More than two hundred years have passed, and this law made by slave owners is still only being patched up.

So, you want to use the name of this law to enforce justice?

Matt felt a jolt in his heart; he had never thought about this question before, not even once.

"What do you think the so-called history of America's rise to power is like? Is it glamorous? It's a story of a group of genociders who wanted to get their hands on this fertile hell, so they slaughtered all the natives here."

Because they lacked sufficient labor, they enslaved other races. Finally, because they didn't want to pay taxes, they gained independence. That's how this country was founded.

The law, established by such a group of people, is inherently unjust from the very beginning.

Matt opened his mouth, but found himself unable to find the right words to refute the monk's words.

His belief in procedural justice, which he had always firmly believed in, seemed to be facing an unprecedented challenge at this moment.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then slowly said, "Master, your views are indeed thought-provoking, making me start to re-examine my understanding of law and justice."

However, even if the origins of law are imperfect and fraught with injustice, this does not mean we should completely abandon it. History cannot be changed, but we can learn from it and strive to make the future better.

"So, you plan to revise it? By whom? By those bureaucrats, or by the true masters of this country, those big capitalists?"

"We can't trust those capitalists."

"The government must be plotting something to take away our freedom."

"They're not even willing to give up their compensation; I don't believe they'll compromise for the people."

Matt was speechless again. The monk's question, like a sharp blade, once again struck a blind spot in Matt's thinking, and the shouts of the onlookers left Matt at a loss.

He remained silent for a moment, his gaze wandering among the onlookers, as if searching for some answer, yet also seemingly engaged in a dialogue with his own inner struggle.

"Master, your doubts are valid, but do you have a solution?"

Faced with such profound social problems, simple questioning or complaining cannot bring about substantial change. Matt hopes that this wise man can give him some inspiration or direction.

"Of course, we turned to the gods and Buddhas for help."

The monk clasped his hands together, his face showing piety, as did the onlookers, a scene that made Eagle Eye's hair stand on end.

"Turning to gods and Buddhas for help? Is this your answer? Is this your solution to the problem?"

Matt laughed in exasperation. He had thought he had met some wise man today, but it turned out to be just a conman.

He had actually asked this swindler a question, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed of his previous actions.

"Esteemed benefactor, you seem to have a prejudice against gods and Buddhas. What is the reason for this?"

The monk did not seem annoyed by Matt's questioning; his gaze remained calm, as if he could see into the deepest confusion and struggle in people's hearts.

"Only human effort can change things; leaving the problem to God will only lead to failure."

Matt paused, realizing that the dramatic changes in Hell's Kitchen were all due to the Church of Dagon.

"My lord, as mortals, we are all equal. No one has the right to judge anyone else. Those in court are just a group of mortals; what right do they have to judge others?"

"This is a right bestowed upon us by the people."

Matt's face turned pale, and he realized something was wrong halfway through his sentence.

Did the people of America truly grant the courts this right?

Or, even if the court was once granted such authority, but is now deemed not to represent justice and has been withdrawn, can the current court truly judge others?

Matt was conflicted; he genuinely didn't understand.

Hawkeye, on the other hand, didn't care. He only cared about his family and just obeyed his superiors' orders.

As for justice?

fart!

What does this have to do with him, a secret agent?

"Then, do gods and Buddhas have the right to judge others?"

Matt could only ask the monk in return, "If mortals are not qualified, then gods and Buddhas are?"

"Benefactor, gods and Buddhas certainly have the qualifications; otherwise, how could they be called gods and Buddhas? I have the Yellow-Eyebrowed Buddha here who can execute justice and judge humanity. Would you like to know his teachings?"

The monk smiled slightly, a smile that contained a tranquility and wisdom that transcended worldly concerns.

"The judgment of gods and Buddhas is not as direct and simple as you think. They do not measure everything by human laws or moral standards. Huangmei Buddha believes that human desires are part of the way of heaven and should not be suppressed or eliminated."

Human nature is inherently evil, and all beings are foolish. Only the Yellow-Eyebrowed Buddha can discern right from wrong, uphold good and evil, and judge all beings.

"How could that be? I absolutely disagree with your statement!"

Whether justice prevails or not, how can the responsibility of judgment be easily handed over to gods and Buddhas?

Moreover, he had never even heard of the Yellow-Eyebrowed Buddha that the monk spoke of, so how could he possibly believe in his character?

"So, does this benefactor wish to oppose the Yellow-Eyebrowed Buddha's execution of justice?"

The monk's kind gaze gradually turned sinister.

(End of this chapter)