"You're not getting chubbier; your skin is just getting thicker..." Old Kui couldn't help but say.
Mr. Zhuang denied it:
"Impossible, my skin has always been this thick."
Old Kui sighed, not wanting to bicker with him, and asked about serious matters, "Have you thought about how to avoid karma? "
Mr. Zhuang nodded, "I have."
Old Kui silently looked at him.
Mr. Zhuang took a sip of wine and said lightly:
"Karma is predetermined, just like this wine, you can't avoid it just by wishing not to. Once you drink it, you can't avoid getting the scent of it."
"Since it can't be avoided, then use other karmas to confuse it."
"By confusing the smell of the wine, others might not be able to smell it; by confusing karma, others might not be able to see through it."
Confusing karma...
Old Kui frowned and thought about it, understanding, but still said,
"Won't this make karma even more complicated?"
"It's not me who's making it complicated..."