The Buddha's Son Preaches Zen

The Buddha Son quietly watched the Heavenly Court immortal official before him.

No matter how hard the man tried to hide it, that fleeting look of desolation could not escape the eyes of someone in the Myriad Phenomena Heaven realm.

A debt of love—or perhaps a debt of gratitude.

He truly had not expected... that one tiny word, love, could cloud the Dao heart of a Roaming Void Sea cultivator, even driving him to risk being called to account by the Heavenly Court just to come to the Sumeru Sect and seek release.

"Sure enough... women are the most terrifying things..."

He could not help but sigh with feeling, and accidentally said it aloud.

Tang Qingyuan looked over in confusion. "What did the Buddha Son just say?"

"Nothing."

The monk somewhat awkwardly changed the subject and gave a faint sigh. "Actually, Fellow Daoist Tang, many things look different when viewed another way."

"The spring breeze brushes past willow branches, and the branches sway with the wind. When the wind stops, the willows grow still. Do you think the wind owes the willow branches, or the willow branches have let the wind down?"

Tang Qingyuan froze for a moment, his brows drawing together as he sank into thought.

After several breaths.

He suddenly raised his head, enlightenment dawning on him.

"What does that mean?"

"..."

The Buddha Son rolled his eyes and looked at him helplessly.

So after all that guidance, the other man had not understood a single word.

"Fine, then."

The Buddha Son sighed, pressed his palms together, and put it in simpler terms. "Tell me a few of the most melancholy, most despairing things you can imagine."

Tang Qingyuan scratched his head and began thinking seriously.

"If we're talking about melancholy..."

He ventured, "The road of the Great