Just when Lian Chengyu hesitated, the morning breeze in the unknown space calmed down when he saw that there was no danger after experiencing the initial panic, and at this moment he was looking at the fire tree in front of him with curiosity, and the unknown birds on the tree seemed to have discovered this uninvited guest, and under the curiosity and temptation at the beginning, this would have been around the morning breeze and jumped.

Retracting his gaze from the fire tree, Morrowind looked earnestly at these birds that were not afraid of life, colorful and spiritual, chirping, as if he was saying something, but unfortunately Morrowind did not understand at all.

At this time, Chenfeng suddenly remembered what Lian Chengyu said that those who have a clear heart understand the language of beasts, that is, animal tamers who are not common in the world, how good it would be if they were such people.

After looking up for a long time, his neck was a little sore, and the morning breeze sat down under the fire tree, with his back against the trunk. What is this place, in the screen, and how to get out? This is a big problem for him.

"What is the understanding of the Taoist?" Just as the morning breeze was leaning against the fire tree and thinking about how to get out, suddenly a heavy question came from this strange space.

The morning breeze sat up in shock, looking left and right, but there was no figure in sight.

"What does the Taoist understand?"

The question was repeated again. This time the morning breeze was heard clearly, and the sound seemed to come from all directions, straight to the heart.

The morning breeze was uncertain, his eyes wandering in the fire trees, the birds, and the boundless darkness in the distance, not knowing whose voice it was, and not sure if he was asking himself.

After looking around, he found that he didn't find anything, and Morrowind had no choice but to sit back under the tree, thinking of the name of this hall, Morrowind somewhat understood why he asked this question, and began to think seriously about how to answer this question.

Regarding cultivation and the way of heaven, this is a big topic, Lian Chengyu has never talked about it, but he has read many similar debates from books, and he has also discussed such topics with Chen Qingqing, so Chenfeng is no stranger to the "Tao".

Chen Feng sat under the tree, remembering the answers that the two of them had summed up after discussing with Chen Qingqing, and whispered in a somewhat uncertain voice: "The Taoist is benevolent, the community is great, and the common people are precious." ”

"What is the Tao?"

After Morrowind finished saying his answer, he didn't know what kind of answer he would get, and he was a little uneasy, and at this moment, the cold, emotionless voice resounded throughout the nameless space again.

"Isn't that right?" Morrowind heard the voice and asked the question repeatedly, instinctively thinking that he had answered incorrectly, and after a little panic, Morrowind fell into deep thought again.

"The avenue is ruthless, and all things are used as dogs. After thinking hard to no avail, Chenfeng tentatively said what Chen Qingqing thought about the Tao at the beginning.

"What is a Taoist?"

The voice still seemed to be dissatisfied with the answer plagiarized by Morrowind, and this time the voice seemed to contain a hint of anger, and the speed of speech also increased a lot.

"What is the Dao?" Seeing that the voice was still dissatisfied, Chenfeng seriously thought about this issue for the first time, even if he had a fierce argument with Chen Qingqing before, Chenfeng only treated it as a trivial matter, and did not think about it seriously and calmly.

The mixed past in the thatched house, Lian Chengyu's tireless teachings for several years, the joy when he first saw Chen Qingqing, the excitement after learning to refine medicine, the loyal and intimate companionship of the little black dog, and the strong figure of the big man......

Chenfeng recalled his short experience, those people, those things vividly, remembering all the things he saw on the way up the mountain, Chenfeng said the answer in his heart this time: "Taoist, human heart." All things are born with the yang, and the negative yin is lost. Ten thousand laws are born from Hongmeng, and they lose their hearts. ”

After a long silence, relieved, Morrowind thought that the voice was satisfied with his answer, so it disappeared, and began to rethink the question of how to get out, and touched it with his hand on the trunk of the tree.

"Where do you go?" Just when Morrowind was at a loss for how to get out, a heavy question came again.

"This still needs to be asked, naturally it is to be a good person, eliminate violence and peace, and make a living for the people. Could it be that after going through hardships and cultivating the Great Dao, he will be a big villain, angry and resentful, scourge the world, and leave a stench for thousands of years?"

"What does it mean to be a good person?" the originally indifferent voice seemed to be a little curious, and asked a little narrowly.

"Good guys? yes, how can you be considered a good person? Seeing that the road is uneven, pulling out a knife to help, a little reckless, picking up gold and being helpful, that is a small way, with kindness, gentleness, and indecision to be a little indecisive ...... "Facing this question, Chenfeng remembered the Jianghu novels he had read, and he didn't know how to answer.

This time, the voice was also patient, allowing the morning breeze to mutter, and spun around under the tree.

"Good people are... It is to have good thoughts, no matter how strong or weak, obedient or uncompromising, have hope for the world, do not get angry, and do not leave the ......" After a long time, Morrowind stumbled a little and said the answer after thinking about it. This is what he summed up from the many novels and legends he has read.

"However, under the Bodhi tree, the answer is found in the heart. The child seeks strength, and it is because of the common people. Thousands of years of cultivation, thousands of turns and hundreds of times to ask the heart. There are no four images, no four knots, no flowers, no fruits, no other, no heaven, no earth, no self. ”

The answer to Morrowind was still the original thick voice, but this time there were more vicissitudes in the voice, and the twilight was gloomy.

The morning breeze was still thinking about the meaning of this sound, and saw that at this moment the fire tree instantly faded its crimson color, and became green, and the branches were windless and automatic, and the sound of salsa was heard from time to time at the canopy, and even the birds and finches flew into the dense branches and leaves at this time, like tired birds returning to their nests.

Morning Wind watched the changes in the fire tree, and with a sense of understanding, he walked to the tree and sat cross-legged. He first used the turtle breath to calm himself, and then began to ponder the last words of the voice.

"This fire tree should be the legendary Bodhi tree, what I want is to become stronger, grow up, go out and travel, all these answers are in my heart, no four images, no four knots, no sky, no earth, no self means to concentrate? Uncle Lian didn't know where he went, it should have been a few days since he came out, Qingqing and Xiaohei didn't know what they had eaten these days. ”

Sitting under the Bodhi tree, Chenfeng's thoughts are constantly changing, no matter how the thoughts are transformed, they always revolve around the people and things in the thatched hut. If outsiders know that under the Morning Wind Enlightenment Tree, they don't know what to realize, I'm afraid they will scold a tyrannical thing.

Bodhi is known as the Divine Tree of Enlightenment has its own preciousness, making people calm and calm is only one of them, and the most important thing is that it has a strange and unpredictable ability to change, which can bring people into the long river of time and the way of reincarnation, so that people can experience the flavors of life in a very short time.

Just imagine, if a person cultivates a practice in such an environment, not only will the efficiency be extremely fast, but also the time will be thousands or thousands of times longer than usual, and in this case, the value of the Bodhi tree can be imagined.

And Chenfeng is obviously ignorant of all this, still under the tree constantly thinking about his Chen Guzi rotten sesame seeds, finally, when everything is thought about, or recalled, maybe the Bodhi tree can't stand the waste of time on the morning wind, maybe the Bodhi tree is unpredictable, knowing the shortcomings of the morning wind, with the morning wind's body shook, the scenery in front of him changed greatly.

In a place that resembles a thatched hut, it is dinner time, and a middle-aged woman dressed as a peasant woman brings the last dish and puts it on the dining table, and the family of three begins to eat by the dim candlelight.

The man is a resolute-looking bearded man, but at this time he is full of smiles, and he can't close his mouth, and the lady is wearing an apron and cross-legged, not very beautiful, but it makes people feel gentle and peaceful when they look at it, and it seems that the temperature here is all because of her.

Next to the two of them was a boy of seven or eight years old, pink, with a milky voice, sitting on a stool in front of the dining table, just showing his little furry head.

"If you don't give it to the Li family, isn't it just a blacksmith shop, and you don't have to worry about eating and drinking after so many years of saving, there is no need to be angry, besides..."The child raised her head to eat, and the lady persuaded her husband with some worry.

"I just can't swallow this breath, I really don't have a royal law?" When he mentioned this, the big man was angry.

"Even if it's for me and the child, let's bear with it this time!" said the lady, who was full of forbearance between her words, and seemed to be extremely worried about her husband's temper.

"Eat and eat. The big man was a little impatient, waved his hand, and began to bow his head to pick up the rice.

Chenfeng looked at the family of three in front of him like a transparent person, his eyes full of shock. It's not that I'm curious about why the Bodhi tree has such a wonderful ability, but that I actually saw ordinary people outside here.

In the following days, the morning breeze watched the family of three day and night, the man sweated like rain in the blacksmith shop, the woman was a good wife and mother, firewood, rice, oil and salt, diligent and thrifty, and the children also went to a place called a private school. Every time they had dinner, the children were always carefree, and the couple became more and more worried.

Spring goes to autumn, and the sound of striking iron continues.

Finally, one day, when the child was eighteen years old, the warm home changed. At night, masked thieves broke in, and they did not seek money but killed people. The couple fell in a pool of blood, and the adult child, under the cover of the couple tried their best, climbed out of the window and escaped.

The escaped child began to wander around, no longer as innocent as he had been. Wandering the rivers and lakes, after several setbacks to learn the ability to return, in a month of dark and windy night, slaughter the big family in the town, the Li family, chickens and dogs are not left, and the blood mist is full of sky.

The great revenge was avenged, and the child, who was already in his prime, came to the house that had become a ruin, bowed to the ruins three times, shouted "I hate!" to the heavenly chief three times, and committed suicide.

With a bang, there seemed to be a thunderbolt exploding, and the morning breeze returned to the unknown space, nearly thirty years have passed in the story that I saw with my own eyes, and under the Bodhi tree, the morning breeze felt like a blink of an eye.

With cloudy eyes and a confused face, Chenfeng opened his eyes and looked at the Bodhi tree in front of him in a daze, although he knew that this was just a means of the Bodhi tree, and it was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood. But the various feelings of experiencing and being in it made the eight-year-old Morrowind feel inexplicable.