Chapter 194: There Is No Bodhi Tree, but the Teachings Are Spread Among All Living Beings

"The bodhi tree has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the beginning, so how can it cause dust."

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

In the history of the earth, many sages left behind their explorations of nature, such as Laozi’s Taoism, Confucius’ Confucianism, and Mozi’s Fei Gong... The stories written by these sages are fascinating, and they contain simple and simple truths. .

"The Great Road."

Squinting slightly, Ye Fan looked in front of him.

Nothing? But Ye Fan could see a grinning monkey sitting on the ground.

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

"I...had the idea of ​​​​destruction." Thinking of this, Ye Fan didn't know what to say.

There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, and Ye Fan is willing to bear the small wishes of those mortal beings, take them out of earthly purgatory, spend all their lives, and achieve redemption.

But where there is light, there is darkness, and where there is redemption, there is natural birth and destruction.

Ye Fan is willing to make a boat to cross all the people and fill the gap in the sky. But in the bottom of his heart, he would inevitably have the intention to kill, the malice towards the ultimate destruction of the rotten monks in this world.

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

The sea of ​​suffering is endless. As he crosses it again and again, his will to reach out and grasp those ordinary creatures now no longer knows how wide it is.

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

"No." God-me 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 medicine and was snatched away by a tiger in order to seek the protection of an immortal master. Her grandchildren were used as experimental materials because of the monk's test methods. She fell down alone in one winter..."

"Whose fault?" Ye Fan asked God, and he was also asking himself.

The monk's fault?

In order for monks to survive, the living environment of Beidou and the universe can only survive if the monks are extremely evil, crazy, and ferocious, with an appetite that is enough to devour all things.

In order to avoid being beaten to death by others, the monks need more powerful strength, as well as various kinds of heaven and earth spiritual objects.

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

How many boneyards are there in the source mine, and how many mortals in the wild forest provide a spiritual grass or flower for the monks in their lifetime.

"Whose fault do you think it is?" Shenwo asked himself, and Ye Fan shook his head.

"Do your best and go slowly."

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

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

Seeing how much darkness and chaos there is in the universe, there are so many distracting thoughts. Seeing the greatness of light, the corresponding evil and darkness will breed in the shadows.

"Revealing the truth, uncovering the truth, Polo reveals the truth, Pāloṇṭhāna reveals the truth, Bodhisattva reveals the truth."

With this sentence appearing in his ears, Ye Fan looked at the "Emperor System" in front of him. It was "helping" as always and pointing the direction for him.

Shaking his head, Ye Fan stretched out his hand to his heart.

The monkey looked at Ye Fan with clear and bright eyes, like a child who didn't know what was good or evil, right or wrong. It looked confused and rolled on the ground in circles.

"Zhizhi~"

"teacher."

The courtyard was pushed open and Yan Wuxia walked in.

She was dressed in a red robe, with 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 Mark.

"Teacher, do you really want to leave?"

"Yes."

"Teacher, where are you going?"

"...Lingshan."

"Lingshan?" Yan Wuxia was at a loss as to what kind of place this was and why she had never heard of it.

"Yes, Lingshan."

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

"No, no need."

Yan Wuxia pinched her fingers, as if she wanted to make this difficult decision. Should he give up the position of leader of the Yan Kingdom that was within easy reach, or should he follow Ye Fan and move forward towards a lofty goal?

It was difficult for her to make a decision.

"No need to worry, you will know where Lingshan is in the future." Ye Fan said gently.

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

"Okay, I'm ready to leave. This is the Bodhi tree. If you don't understand something in the future, you can learn it here. In addition, I have one thousand and eight bamboo slips on the bookshelf, and the inside of it has been engraved with the next steps. The whole story..."

After saying that, Ye Fan put his hands behind his back, pushed open the courtyard door step by step, and left here.

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

Ye Fan's back was unremarkable, fleeting among the crowd, disappearing without noticing.

Is this the invincibility of the young Emperor of Heaven, or the light and dusty cloud and wind?

Yan Wuxia didn't know what the answer was, but she understood that the plot between her and Mark was over.

"Preach the Word, Bodhi Tree." Yan Wuxia clenched her fingers.

This is an opportunity for disciples, heroine.

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

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

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

"But this is not important. What is important is that now Ye Fan seems to have led to changes with his belief. The country of Yan has really changed."

What an incredible thing.

The country of Yan, a country that is full of Beidou's bloodthirsty and belligerent, is now moving in the direction Ye Fan wants, and it is still the kind of driving all the way with the pedal stepped on.

Comparing the battles of the other Beidou people, their eyes looked at each other, and then they had the will to fight, and then it was a life-and-death battle between the geniuses.

Those who survive are the geniuses, and those who die are the bones on the imperial road.

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

"Originally, the Yan Kingdom was an immortal master who was warlike. The mortals repeated their own "personality" day after day and year after year, serving as consumables for the monks and providing resources for advancement, but now..."

Bai Mo looked back at the changes he had seen.

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

Dig canals, build roads, and establish production plans.

Although compared to the systematic management on earth, this gang is at most in the budding stage of ideological revolution and has not even seen the shadow of capitalism.

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

"The seeds of culture were sown and grew wantonly. Many sages held their own principles and played chess with sages one after another, talking about their own Taoism, their views on the world, everyone, and their thoughts on the future of living beings."

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

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

"The nature of this world is thought-provoking."