Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 297 - 158 Brahma Flower Blooms, Saint King Returns (Part 1)_4

Yang Yan's eyes widened, unable to help himself from asking: "The exchange competition you mentioned before, is it an exchange between the Federation and another civilization?"

Ji Jingqiu nodded honestly and straightforwardly.

Yang Yan took a sharp breath in. He had already highly estimated Ji Jingqiu's abilities, but Ji Jingqiu's performance still surpassed his expectations.

"The Federation... has started exchanging with other civilizations?" Yang Yan looked towards Hong Hu.

The latter nodded: "More than that, we have found a passage to the world across the wilderness."

Yang Yan's expression stirred; it seemed that during the months of his retreat, quite a few major events that changed the situation of the Federation had occurred.

Subsequently, the two of them had a brief exchange, which was also the duty of Hong Hu's trip.

Yang Yan stepped into the Heart Image; this was an extremely crucial realm, and within the Dragon Tiger Dojo, it was considered entering the upper echelons.

The emergence of Nine States constituted a grand opportunity not inferior to that of the Spirit Ocean from ten thousand years ago. The dojo inevitably would position its pieces and take its share.

And such an arrangement required the mobilization of numerous Martial Artists. In the case where Heavenly Persons maintained the overall situation without issues, Heart Image Warriors would be key players; therefore, some matters needed to be communicated in advance.

The two did not an avoid Ji Jingqiu since, given the current situation, Ji Jingqiu was most likely to enter Nine States before them!

After the exchange ended, Hong Hu took the initiative to leave, leaving the space for the master and disciple.

Yang Yan then asked a few more questions about Ji Jingqiu's progress in Martial Arts before openly admitting he was no longer capable of teaching him.

Ji Jingqiu said: "Master Yang, I want to consult with you about the spiritual enlightenment I experienced when breaking through Pan Ding."

Yang Yan's gaze sharpened, his surprise evident: "You've only just broken through Residence not long ago, could it be that you're about to make another breakthrough?"

"It's just some insights, I wish to verify them against Master Yang's own experience."

With no reason to refuse, Yang Yan imparted everything generously; his breakthrough of Pan Ding was recent, and the realization was still vivid.

After describing his own realizations, Yang Yan seemed to have more to say.

"In those days, I coincidentally had some thoughts, you might as well listen."

Yang Yan said softly,

"Many people, after their great vendettas are avenged, and their great kindnesses repaid, will lose motivation, for a time uncertain of where to go."

"I feel that, especially after surviving great catastrophes, one should not lose their sharpness and passion, the heart calm yet the soul fiery, the mind tranquil yet the spirit vast."

"To maintain the composure of the spirit god, it is not to let it stagnate, but to keep the soul's passion, burning more fervently in tranquility;

after the mind has stilled, it should not become dull, but to gather the past's vastness within your heart, like the seemingly calm sea, yet underneath lies the rolling vastness."

"That's why I think that Pan Ding is not merely about the spirit being desolate like the eternal rock, but about burying a fervency in the depth, lighting a lamp uniquely yours, no matter what difficulties faced, always illuminating the path to the other shore, and then calmly dealing with it..."

"Spiritual clarity isn't about having no distractions, but about understanding what to take and what to leave behind."

"True freedom isn't just about having the backbone to refuse, but clearly knowing what you want and pursuing it."

Ji Jingqiu felt his heart tremble slightly; these words, compared to Master Yang's previous insights, gave him even more to contemplate.

He seemed to grasp something.

Yang Yan, speaking to this point, placed his hand over his heart, an expression of utter calm on his face, his eyes profound beyond words, yet Ji Jingqiu could feel the vast and fiery energy contained within.

Master Yang's voice vibrated through the tiny dust particles in the sunlight, clear to the ear, carrying an unstoppable force.

"Do you remember what I once told you?"

"Jing Qiu, you are a talented person, why not ascend to higher and broader worlds to have a look?"

"Go ahead, I can feel that there seems to be something hidden in your heart, but it doesn't matter, Reverse Innate will be the final narrow gate in your life, pass through it, and what awaits you is rebirth and a straightforward path."

The noon sun shone obliquely through the skylight, gently touching every inch of space, its pace neither hurried nor slow, exuding an indescribable vibrancy and warmth, which fell on the young man's handsome profile.

The young man's eyelids were lowered, his demeanor serene yet filled with fervency.

...

...

That day, as dusk approached.

Ji Jingqiu went down to the lower levels, ready to visit the Divine Temple.

When he arrived at the entrance of the Divine Temple, it was nearly devoid of people.

"Brother Ji!"

The cheerful shout came from outside the door; the boy, Cheng, who had been in charge of the Divine Temple these days, holding two flowers, hurried over.

He lifted his little face, his smile bright, and handed one of the white-green flowers to Ji Jingqiu:

"Brother Ji, this is for you, someone was giving away flowers by the roadside, and I got two, this one's for you!"

Seeing Cheng's radiant smile, Ji Jingqiu's mood also became pleasantly uplifted, accepting the flower without refusal. Just as he was about to say something, his heart suddenly jolted, and he looked intently at the flower in his hand.

White and green interlaced, petals plump and round, shaped like a full moon, its breed unknown.

At that moment, an ineffable Zen sensation, as light as water, truly flowed from the flower, seeping into the depths of his spirit.

Is this... Spiritual Charm?

Ji Jingqiu's expression became serious as he asked: "Where is the person who gave you the flowers?"

Cheng scratched his head and turned back, pointing towards the corner of the street: "He was there before, and then he walked south."

"What kind of person was he?"

"Very amiable, his smile makes people feel close," Cheng thought back carefully to the details, "I haven't seen him before, probably an out-of-towner."

Amiable?

Ji Jingqiu thought to himself that he might have guessed wrong. The Marshal He he had seen with his own eyes was not an amiable person, but someone whose sharp aura could hurt the eyes if looked at twice.