Thus, Ye Lin sat quietly beside the old man, looking at the wooden rod in his hands, then at the water's surface where not a single fish had appeared, stroking his chin in thought.
In just a few minutes, the old man beside him had already caught three fish, while Ye Lin had caught nothing at all.
Then Ye Lin formed a sword sign with two fingers and pointed into the water. Instantly, dozens of loaches appeared in midair. A column of water coiled around the wooden rod, its other end binding the loaches as he quietly waited.
Seeing this, the old man said nothing, merely gazing quietly at the wooden rod in his own hands.
Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, three days had gone by.
That day, Ye Lin looked at the empty basket beside him, then at the basket beside the old man filled to the brim with fish, and was immediately somewhat unable to accept it.
The old man clearly had nothing at all—so why were the fish fighting one another to take his hook?
Ye Lin had even arranged bait, yet not a single fish had bitten.
"Young friend, I fish for all living beings, while you fish for fish. If the direction is wrong, then everything is wrong. One wrong step, and every step after it goes wrong."
"Your starting point was already wrong. How could you catch any fish?"
Seeing Ye Lin's profound confusion, the old man beside him finally spoke.
"Fish for all living beings? Senior, what do you mean by that?"
Although Ye Lin had grasped something, he was still puzzled.
"Hahaha. Look at the fish in this lake—don't they resemble the myriad living beings under heaven? They each have their own paths, yet how could they not