Misleading One's Disciple

Lan Mu looked at the divine light. He had seen plenty of those information points.

It did indeed seem to carry that strange mental impact of infinite information compressed infinitely.

But he was already used to it. Seeing Qing Feng weeping so bitterly, he had no idea what he was so moved by.

So Lan Mu asked, "What did you see?"

His tone was like a teacher testing a student.

Qing Feng respectfully replied, "Nothing cannot be contained. It is one, yet it is also all phenomena..."

What followed was all philosophical language. Lan Mu truly wanted to rebuke him: Speak plainly!

But in the end, he did not say it aloud. He knew this was already the best explanation Qing Feng could give, and it was quite straightforward by Qing Feng's standards.

In Qing Feng's heart, there was no way his master could fail to understand.

Of course, Lan Mu did understand. After all, he knew the Five-Colored Divine Light, and even the information points, like the back of his hand.

It corresponded with what Qing Feng had said. At most, he had to take a slight detour before understanding it.

As for the "Great Dao" Qing Feng spoke of, it was not really some unique insight. Broadly speaking, it referred to information, with part of it simply being a habitual turn of phrase.

Even when facing a flower, a stone, or a drop of water, as long as one could see through the information within, one could directly say, in that marvelous sensation: the Great Dao.

Lan Mu tried to get used to Qing Feng's way of speaking. After all, he still needed to borrow Qing Feng's comprehension. If he did not let Qing Feng express himself that way, perhaps that comprehension would be lost as well.

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