Chapter 194: There is no Bodhi tree, preaching to all living beings

"There is no tree in Bodhi, the mirror is not a stage, and there is nothing in it, where can it cause dust."

Ye Fan sat cross-legged under the Bodhi tree, comprehending the great principles of heaven and earth.

Throughout the history of the earth, many sages have left behind their explorations of nature, including Lao Tzu's Taoism, Confucius' Confucianism, Mozi's non-aggression... The stories written by these sages are fascinating and contain simple and plain truths.

"The road to the great road."

Squinting his eyes slightly, Ye Fan looked at what was in front of him.

Nothing? But Ye Fan could see a monkey with bared teeth sitting on the ground.

After Ye Fan used his own god to carry "Sun Wukong", he had become the monkey of the heart, and a trace of his heart's desire was born in reality.

"I...have had thoughts of committing a great destruction." Thinking of this, Ye Fan didn't know what to say.

The sea of ​​suffering is endless, and Ye Fan is willing to take on the tiny wishes of those mortal beings, lead them out of the purgatory of the world, save all living beings, and achieve salvation.

But where there is light, there is darkness; where there is salvation, there is destruction.

Ye Fan was willing to be a boat to ferry all the people and mend the gap in the sky. But in his heart, he could not help but have murderous intentions and the ultimate malice of destroying the rotten monks in this world.

"Unity of knowledge and action." Ye Fan closed his eyes, concentrated his mind slightly, and looked inward at his own sea of ​​suffering.

The sea of ​​suffering was endless, and as he crossed it again and again, reaching out to grasp the wishes of those ordinary creatures, he no longer knew how wide it was.

"Are you tired?" Ye Fan looked at his own spirit, the spirit that was exactly the same as his own.

"No." God Ye Fan shook his head, then pointed at those people and said, "I can help them, so I am willing to do it."

"Look, this old man.

Her child died, she went into the mountains to collect herbs, was taken away by a tiger in order to seek the protection of the immortal master, her own grandchildren were used as experimental materials because of the monks' test methods, and she collapsed alone in a winter..."

"Whose fault is it?" Ye Fan asked the divine self, and also asked himself.

The monk's fault?

In order to survive, the monks have to fight against the living environment of Beidou and the universe. Only the monks who are extremely evil, crazy and fierce, and whose appetite is enough to devour everything can survive.

In order to avoid being beaten to death by others, cultivators need more powerful strength and a variety of spiritual objects from heaven and earth.

As a result, countless people died in the process of improving the cultivators' realm.

There are so many burial grounds in the source mines, and so many mortals in the wild forests who have spent their entire lives providing a magical herb or flower for the monks.

"Who do you think is to blame?" Shenwo asked himself, and Ye Fan shook his head.

“Just do the best you can and go slowly.”

Shenwo raised his hand and pushed Ye Fan away. Then, he looked at the hunched figure tumbling in the sea of ​​suffering and began a new round of insignificant compensation.

"Subdue the inner monkey." Ye Fan looked at the inner monkey in front of him.

Seeing how dark and chaotic the universe is, many distracting thoughts arise. Seeing the greatness of light, corresponding evil and darkness will grow in the shadows.

"Gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha"

After hearing these words, Ye Fan looked at the "Emperor System" in front of him. It was continuing to "help" him and point him in the direction.

Shaking his head, Ye Fan stretched out his hand towards his inner monkey.

The monkey looked at Ye Fan with clear and bright eyes, just like a newborn baby, not knowing what was good or evil, right or wrong. It looked confused, rolling around on the ground in circles.

"Squeak~"

"teacher."

The courtyard door was pushed open and Yan Wuxia walked in.

She was dressed in a red robe and had an imperial crown on her head, and her figure had an indescribable majesty.

"what's up?"

Yan Wuxia took a deep breath and then saluted Ye Fan.

"Teacher, are you really going to leave?" "Yes."

"Teacher, where are you going?"

“…Lingshan.”

"Lingshan?" Yan Wuxia was at a loss. What kind of place was this? Why had she never heard of it before?

"Yes, Lingshan."

"Teacher, do you need me to follow you?"

"No, no need."

Yan Wuxia pinched her fingers, as if she wanted to make a difficult decision: whether to give up the throne of Yan State, which was within her grasp, or to follow Ye Fan and move forward towards a far-reaching goal.

It was difficult for her to make a decision.

"Don't worry, you will know where Lingshan is in the future." Ye Fan said gently.

He slowly stood up, with the terrifying power of a dragon turning over, like a sleeping lion awakening.

"Okay, I'm ready to leave. This is the Bodhi tree. If you don't understand something in the future, you can gain enlightenment here. In addition, I have left 1,008 bamboo slips on the bookshelf, and all the content I'm going to talk about next has been engraved inside..."

After saying that, Ye Fan put his hands behind his back, took one step at a time, pushed open the gate and left.

Yan Wuxia watched Ye Fan go away, feeling particularly heavy-hearted for some reason.

Ye Fan's back was unremarkable and flashed by in the crowd, disappearing without a trace of attention.

Is this the invincibility of the young Emperor of Heaven, or the calmness and ease that comes with being one with the dust?
Yan Wuxia didn’t know what the answer was, but she understood that the story between her and Ye Fan was over.

"Preaching, Bodhi tree." Yan Wuxia clenched her fingers.

This is the opportunity for the disciple, the heroine.

For Ye Fan now, the heroine simply does not exist.

Ye Fan went too far and stood too high. Even though Yan Wuxia knew all this and understood that she could get everything as long as she followed him, when faced with the price she had to pay, she still felt regretful in her heart.

"It's a pity that Ye Fan's script for the heroine role was torn up." Bai Mo said helplessly.

"But this is not important. What is important is that Ye Fan now seems to have changed as he believes in it. The country of Yan has really changed."

What an incredible thing.

Yan State, a country that is full of the bloodthirsty and warlike spirit of Beidou, is now moving in the direction that Ye Fan wants, and is stepping on the accelerator and speeding all the way.

Comparing the battles of other Beidou people, they looked into each other's eyes, and then felt the desire to fight. What followed was a life-and-death battle between the geniuses.

Those who survive are the geniuses, and those who die are corpses on the road to becoming emperors.

But in Yan State, with Ye Fan's teachings, the country's ideology changed.

"The original Yan State was a warlike country with immortal masters. Mortals repeated their own "personalities" day after day and year after year, serving as consumables for the cultivators and providing resources for their promotion. But now..."

Bai Mo looks back at the changes he has seen.

The young leader has built up his own business, which is booming, and many people have been pulled into this gang.

Dig canals, build roads, and establish production plans.

Although compared with the systematic management on Earth, this gang is at most in the embryonic stage of ideological revolution, and there is not even a shadow of capitalism.

But this has already illustrated a truth. As Ye Fan believes, the path he walks on, everything around him, and the laws and phenomena of the universe will change!

"The seeds of culture were spread out and grew recklessly. Many sages held their own principles and played chess with one sage after another, discussing their own Taoism, their views on the world and the people, and their thoughts on the future of life."

Bai Mo looked at Yan Wuxia. She did not become the heroine, but became the first palace master of the Jixia Academy, passing on Ye Fan's ideas.

Tapping his fingers on the back of his hand, Bai Mo looked at his stand-in and now seemed to have made some guesses.

“The nature of this world is thought-provoking.”

(End of this chapter)