Over the next two days.
The four of them completely let go.
They no longer stared at the clouds and mist on the mountainside every day, nor did they repeat, "We must calm our minds, we must let go."
Even the matter of "when we will be able to see the Zen monastery" was rarely mentioned.
Gon crouched by the bamboo forest every day, watching ants move house and spiders spin webs, staring at them for most of the day.
Killua found a smooth, large rock, lying on it every day to bask in the sun, closing his eyes to listen to the sound of the wind, feeling so comfortable he was about to fall asleep.
Leorio simply turned into an herbalist, roaming the mountains with a medicine basket on his back, harvesting a huge pile of usable herbs and stuffing his backpack until it was bulging.
Genos shut down all combat-related programs, quietly scanning the ecological data of the mountain forests every day like a pure ecological observation instrument.
No one thought about growing stronger anymore.
No one thought about Xiewei Control anymore.
No one thought about what they could gain after entering the Zen monastery anymore.
The days passed slowly, like the stream at the foot of the mountain, smooth and quiet.
On the third morning.
As Gang's dawn broke, a thin morning mist still drifted among the mountains.
Gon was woken up by the sound of birds chirping.
He crawled out of the tent, stretched, and looked up at the mountainside.
The wind happened to blow by at Gang's moment, and the morning mist was peeled back at a corner like a light veil.
He didn't think about the Zen monastery, nor did he think about cultivation.
He simply felt that today's mountains were truly beautiful.
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