Ye Wuwu listened to Wang Yuanming's words, and a trace of fluctuation suddenly appeared in his eyes.

His eyes looked at the middle-aged scribe beside him at this moment, and the other party's expression was indifferent at this moment, and his eyes lost their previous luster at this moment, and they were full of emptiness.

Ye Wuwu frowned.

He didn't know how to comfort the other party, and he couldn't.

Wang Yuanming muttered to himself.

"I've been following the path of the saints, and I'm wondering what they would do if they were me?"

"But I'm not a saint, I can't be like a saint, I can solve all the problems in this world, and understand what is the truth in this world."

"But there is no reason in this world, no, not in the bamboo, not in the capital, not in Dachu, and not in the dragon field."

Wang Yuanming was still murmuring at the moment, as if he had fallen into chaos.

Obviously, his cultivation is gone, but there is still a trace of undetectable internal force ripples around him.

Ye Wuwu's eyes suddenly showed a trace of solemnity.

He was a little uncertain before, but now he was sure.

At this moment, the other party has fallen into the devil.

As long as you step into the realm of the four grades, then any martial artist will encounter a calamity.

Inner demons.

In the midst of the demons, outsiders can't help rashly, they can only see how they respond.

The demons experienced in different realms are also very different.

Although Ye Wuwu has not experienced it, he has also heard of it.

If there is a demon under the first product, then it is lucky, even if it is deeply trapped in the demon, it is only a loss of some cultivation, but at least the life is still there.

If it is above the first grade, or even in a higher realm, the demons that are experienced, if the misfortune is not overcome, then the Dao heart will collapse, and it is common for one's cultivation to stop here, and it may even fall into lifelong madness, even if it is not uncommon.

There was a hint of helplessness in Ye Wuwu's eyes, and he shook his head slightly.

The current situation has a great impact on Wang Yuanming, but he can't help the other party.

It's up to the other party to do it on their own.

Wang Yuanming fell into extreme anxiety at the moment.

In this world, which is now a dark world, in this ten thousand thin and desolate Miao Jiang, it is already a desolate dragon field at this moment.

There is a flower of mind that is slowly blooming.

His heart was full of torment at the moment.

If the saints were here, what would they do?

If the saint were here, would his disciples still have such a fate?

If the saint is here, will this miasma in the sky be eliminated?

If it is a saint......

Wang Yuanming didn't understand, he couldn't figure it out.

The doctrine he had been searching for, the doctrine he had spent decades pondering, was of no use at all.

What about psychology?

What about from the heart?

Even if you break the shackles of tradition and create a new path, what can you do?

He once had a brilliant career, a wealthy and beautiful family, a gentle and virtuous wife, and a background that countless people yearn for.

But now all of this has disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, it has drifted away like smoke.

Wang Yuanming slowly raised his arm at this moment and stretched out to the front.

But his eyes were still blank and empty, and there was no focus in his pupils.

He couldn't see it.

No, not invisible.

The darkness in the sky disappeared from his eyes at this moment.

The dilapidated tiled houses in the dragon field also slowly disappeared in his eyes at this moment.

The layers of mountains in front of him are also gradually dissipating at this moment.

Even beside him, although he couldn't see it, he felt that the young man with the sword turned into a wisp of green smoke at this moment, slowly dissipating.

Between the vast heaven and earth, there is nothing at the moment, and there is no one there.

Only he was left.

He was a little surprised, and his figure couldn't help but take a step back slightly, but he felt that he had hit something.

Wang Yuanming turned his head suddenly.

What he saw was a man dressed in fine clothes and with a scholarly face, who was in a Taoist temple, and asked his heart.

The man was very young, and his expression was full of interest in this vast world.

There was an old Taoist in front of him who was slowly explaining the reason, and the man listened very carefully, but there was always a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Eventually, he left the Taoist temple.

As soon as the picture turned, it was still the man, but he looked a little older at the moment, and he was asking in a Buddhist palace at the moment.

After a long time, the man shook his head and stepped out of the Buddha Palace.

It was still the same man, who was sitting in a courtyard at the moment, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at a bamboo in front of him.

He watched it for seven days and seven nights, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and passed out.

It's still the same man, he's a lot older at the moment, and he's almost middle-aged.

At this moment, the man was opening a vegetable patch with his own hands, and next to it were several young scholars who were with him.

He was also his disciple.

The last thing he saw was himself.

Scenes passed in front of Wang Yuanming's eyes, and his figure was a little stunned at the moment, and then he couldn't stop trembling slightly.

"It turns out that all along, I thought wrong......"

Wang Yuanming's figure was still trembling, but his tone was extremely calm.

The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, get up empty, and act chaotically, so they will be tempted to endure and gain what they cannot.

It dawned on him that he had been pursuing a mistake that he had been chasing for all these years.

He has been following in the footsteps of the sages, thinking about how the sages would act in his own environment if they exchanged with each other.

And that's what he's always done.

That's what the world does.

But Wang Yuanming didn't expect that the reason why sages are sages is not because they think about what they do.

They don't think about what to do, they know they should do it.

The pursuit of ignorance will always only follow in the footsteps of the saints, and it will never be possible to become a saint.

Because he is him and you are you, you can never guess what the saint thinks and does.

Just do it yourself.

Most of the things he has done over the years will think about what a saint would do, and after thinking of the results, he will take action.

But after all, it was not the sage's thoughts, but Wang Yuanming's own thoughts.

And where do your ideas come from?

From the bottom of my heart.

From the heart!

Wang Yuanming suddenly realized.

In the dragon field, there was a sudden loud laugh at this moment, and the laughter was hearty, breaking the silence between the dragon field and the darkness between heaven and earth.

On the long road of life, Wang Yuanming, who has been pursuing for decades, finally learned the answer he had been pursuing.

Ye Wuwu's eyes suddenly showed a hint of horror.

There was a huge light as thick as a mountain, which came from above the nine heavens at this moment, through the thick clouds, through the layers of black fog between the heavens and the earth, and shone on the body of a middle-aged scribe.

The miasma in the sky was illuminated by this pillar of light at this moment, and it suddenly rolled upside down at this moment, and then slowly dispersed.

Between heaven and earth, a fresh breeze swept by.

The breeze swept across the southern frontier, swept over the overlapping mountains, swept over the desolate dragon field, and swept past Wang Yuanming's side.

The sleeves of the middle-aged scribe's coat fluttered in the wind at this moment.

Trees grow and grass grows.

The mountains, which were already barren and yellow, are now revitalized.

Wang Yuanming finally understood that the "reason" he had been pursuing was by his side and never left.

The empty mountains are empty, and the water flows and blooms.

Eternal sky, once wind and moon.

This moment is an eternity.

This chapter exhausted all my energy, plus I searched for information for I don't know how long, and read countless biographies of Wang Yangming to write.

The last poem uses the ninth ode to the Venerable in Su Shi's "Ode to the Eighteen Arhats", as well as the verses in the Five Lantern Huiyuan.

Of course, it was also integrated by the Ming Dynasty author Mingyue, and the last paragraph, I really can't think of anything to express the praise of Mr. Wang, (because he has written so well, I can't surpass it for the time being) So the last poem is the same as the Mingyue boss back then, please don't blame.

It's not plagiarism!

(End of chapter)