C1215 Bodhi's Sermon on the Dao
C1215 Bodhi's Sermon on the Dao
Patriarch Subhuti said calmly. Hundreds of thousands of creatures cried out, "Our ancestor is merciful!"
Patriarch Subhuti then began to lecture on the Dao. As soon as the first line was spoken, the world instantly fell silent.
"Heaven and Earth, all living things are in the Spirit Realm, the Heaven Origin Sector."
"The Dao can be spoken of, the Dao can be spoken of, and the Dao can be spoken of. It can be said that the Dao is famous, and it is the mother of all living things!"
"So, the reason why I have no desire is because I want to see it for what it is. I want to see it for what it is!"
"…"
Martial Ancestor Subhuti's voice seemed to have a suction force behind it, causing Xu Haotian to be instantly immersed within. On the other hand, most of the surrounding demons were confused from listening, making it clear that they didn't understand what he was saying. However, they didn't dare to interrupt him.
Some of them scratched their ears and scratched their cheeks while others were dumbstruck. They didn't know where to start, but some of them had worried looks on their faces … It was truly a hundred ways of life.
The sun rose and set. Time quickly flowed on as Patriarch Subhuti preached his sermons.
Patriarch Subhuti's eyes were tightly shut. He never stopped preaching, and his mouth didn't seem to be parched at all. It was as though no matter how long he lectured, he would never feel tired.
A month later, those creatures that used to scratch their ears and scratch their cheeks with a dejected expression turned around and left.
At the same time, there were also many demons and cultivators who rushed over upon hearing the news.
Xu Haotian sat cross-legged at the foot of the mountain, enjoying his words. He would sometimes reveal a pensive look, sometimes experimenting with his cultivation, sometimes letting out a bright light, and sometimes even forgetting about time as he concentrated on his listening process.
In addition to this, there were a few talented monsters and a few humans who entered deep thought as well. They began to follow the rhythm of Patriarch Subhuti's dao teachings and began to cultivate.
Another two months passed.
With Patriarch Subhuti as the center, the entire mountain was covered with green grass. Green flowers bloomed, and every single blade of grass grew from its roots to its roots. It would take no more than five breaths of time, causing the entire mountain to be covered in colorful and gorgeous colors.
The thunderclouds that had gathered here actually took a detour, not daring to draw near Patriarch Subhuti. This caused heavy rain to fall over the surrounding five kilometers away from the mountain. Only, the sun shone brightly here.
Time seemed to pass by in a flash. Time gradually passed by, never to return.
Patriarch Subhuti lectured for fifteen years. Xu Haotian's cultivation was like a hot knife through butter, reaching the peak of the middle stage of the Great Firmament Luan.
The speed at which he broke through seemed slow, and was even slower than when he was outside. However, one must know that he did not rely on any medicinal pellets, heavenly materials and earthly treasures in order to cultivate.
How many creatures would be stuck at the early stage of the Great Net True Immortal Realm for their entire lives without being able to take a single step forward?
Other than Xu Haotian, there were many other demons that had broken through in the past fifteen years.
However, compared to the human cultivators who had made many breakthroughs, this was enough to see the level of intelligence.
"This person is indeed extraordinary!"
Patriarch Subhuti stared at Xu Haotian as his heart burned with passion. From his point of view, all the creatures had created a whirlpool above their heads. This was a phenomenon that occurred when the spiritual energy entered their bodies. Among them, Xu Haotian's cyclone stood out among the millions of creatures.
"Both of these are different names. They are both said to be mysterious, profound and mysterious, the gate to myriad wonders …"
Patriarch Subhuti's sermon on the Dao went on for fifteen years without stopping. He had already lectured for fifteen times, and he still had no intention of stopping.
It wasn't that he didn't want to speak deeper, but if he were to speak further, there was a high chance that these creatures below the mountain would go berserk.
Repeating it over and over again would make those areas that he had barely understood a little easier to cultivate. If he were to attempt to achieve a breakthrough and go deeper, this would be the best cultivation method.