Chapter 314

Chapter 314: What is Love?

“…”

Listening to Ming’s explanation, Shixin simply tilted her head, looking very confused.

“What kind of look are you giving me?” Ming looked at Shixin, feeling speechless, always sensing that Shixin’s gaze was like looking at some kind of animal.

“Nothing.” Shixin shook her head, “Just didn’t expect it.”

Ming: “Didn’t expect what?”

“Didn’t expect someone like you to actually care so much about someone.” Shixin said straightforwardly, without any beating around the bush.

Ming frowned: “Ah, what do you mean by someone like me? I feel like you have a deep prejudice against me.”

Shixin tilted her head, looking completely innocent: “Do I?”

“…” Ming fell silent.

Because Shixin doesn’t lie or play mind games with people.

Which means this is how Shixin truly sees him. Shixin continued watching Ming: “Why aren’t you talking anymore?”

Ming: “I have nothing to say.”

Shixin: “…”

Half an incense stick later, Shixin suddenly spoke up: “Is that person someone you like?”

Ming was stunned for a moment: “Didn’t expect Master Shixin to be so gossipy too?”

Shixin shook her head: “I am a disciple of Buddhism and do not understand gossip.”

“…” Ming twitched his eyebrows a few times, waved his hand, “Forget it, you’re really boring. Answering your previous question, yes, that person is indeed someone I like. But why are you asking this?”

“Nothing.”

A hint of confusion flashed in Shixin’s eyes.

“Buddhism speaks of the seven emotions and six desires. My master told me that among the seven emotions, ‘love’ refers to admiration and affection. But I don’t understand, what’s the difference between the affection between men and women, family members, and friends? Why does the ‘love’ in the seven emotions and six desires specifically refer to the affection between men and women?”

As she spoke, Shixin looked at Ming: “I wonder if the layperson can enlighten me?”

“Not a chance.” Ming shook his head.

Shixin tilted her head, puzzled: “Does the layperson not understand either?”

Ming: “It’s not about not understanding, but only ‘love’ needs to be comprehended by yourself. If you’ve never loved anyone, then you will never understand love. In my opinion, Master Shixin probably won’t like anyone anyway.”

“…” Shixin lowered her head, lost in thought.

Ming said no more, just sitting on the mountaintop, looking at the dozens or even hundreds of Blood Bodhi trees on the summit.

Some people think there’s something wrong with this Blood Bodhi Mountain, so they went down the mountain and continued to search for other opportunities.

Others think since they’ve come here, they shouldn’t leave empty-handed, trying to pull out a few Blood Bodhi trees, but were quickly struck down by several thunderbolts.

Clearly, these Blood Bodhi trees are protected by the Tiandao of the Rootless Mystic Realm.

Still others, like Ming, intend to wait a couple of days, observing the situation, calculating the rough time when the Blood Bodhi trees would bloom, and then coming back wouldn’t be too late.

In short, those who climb the mountain go up, those who descend go down, coming and going continuously, making this place seem like a bustling market.

Zeng Rong and others looked at Ming, feeling quite speechless in their hearts.

To be honest, they don’t know why Ming is so fixated on the Blood Bodhi Fruit.

The flowers haven’t even bloomed yet. With all this time, why not seek other opportunities elsewhere? Isn’t it better? Instead, you just sit here waiting. When will we see you fight someone to the death? But naturally, none of them dared to say a word, they could only keep waiting beside him.

One day and one night passed.

On the second evening,

Suddenly, someone shouted: “It’s blooming! It’s blooming!”

This shout made everyone immediately tense up.

Ming slowly opened his eyes from his meditation.

Sure enough, the flower buds of the hundred-plus Blood Bodhi trees began to bloom bit by bit under the bright moonlight, appearing even more delicate and beautiful, presenting an extremely magnificent scene.

Even Shixin, a person devoted to cultivating the heart, blinked her golden eyes repeatedly, staring at this red spectacle!

Not after one incense stick of time, all the Blood Bodhi trees were fully in bloom. A gentle evening breeze blew, causing thousands upon thousands of flowers to sway in the air, spreading a faint fragrance throughout the entire mountaintop.

And after the flowers bloomed, most people thought they still needed to wait some time before the Blood Bodhi trees bore fruit, but reality proved otherwise — the fruits appeared instantly.

Although initially small, the fruits visibly grew larger right before everyone’s eyes.

In just half an hour, tens of thousands of Blood Bodhi fruits sprouted from the trees, growing to normal size.

And the color of these Blood Bodhi fruits kept changing from green to red, becoming increasingly deeper.

It was evident that the Blood Bodhi fruits were getting riper.

Finally, tens of thousands of Blood Bodhi fruits turned exquisitely translucent red, fresh and inviting, their petals falling and replaced by red leaves supporting the fully matured Blood Bodhi fruits.

The cultivators, who had been holding back, finally took action.

They rushed forward to snatch the Blood Bodhi fruits.

Previously, there were only a few or a dozen Blood Bodhi fruits, and during the frenzy, they often faced attacks.

But now, there were too many Blood Bodhi fruits, and at the beginning, these cultivators didn’t care about others.

However, this was only true at the start.

Each tree produced no more than twelve or thirteen Blood Bodhi fruits at most, and as little as seven or eight.

Adding up all the Blood Bodhi fruits on the entire mountaintop, there were barely over a thousand.

There were already two or three hundred cultivators on the mountaintop, and even more cultivators were arriving at the peak of Blood Bodhi Mountain.

Upon reaching the peak, all they saw was “gold,” and thus, more and more people fell into madness! The latecomers who couldn’t get Blood Bodhi fruits started fighting for them.

Some cultivators, despite having obtained Blood Bodhi fruits, still felt dissatisfied because their fruits weren’t big enough, numerous enough, or good enough, so they went on to snatch others’.

Desire knows no bounds.

The entire mountaintop descended into chaos.

Blood mingled with Blood Bodhi fruits; corpses fell, blood flowing endlessly, making it impossible to tell whether the red flowers on the ground were their original color or dyed red by blood.

But Ming did not make a move.

Ming darted through the chaos.

He was searching for the main Blood Bodhi fruit.

But the main fruit had yet to appear.