Seeing Zhu Yi's appearance, Lin Feng slightly furrowed his brows. In his impression, Zhu Yi is more rational and calm most of the time.
And the current him is blankly staring at the space above his head, lost in thought, vaguely somewhat at a loss, even somewhat dazed.
Under this bewilderment, Lin Feng can feel a suppressed impatience.
"Xiao Yi, your heart is in a mess." Lin Feng came to his side and said lightly.
Zhu Yi returned to his senses and bowed towards Lin Feng: "Master."
After bowing, he raised his head and looked towards Lin Feng. He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end he did not make a sound.
Lin Feng held his hands behind his back, thoughts turning in his mind, he opened his mouth and asked: "You have a question in your heart, is it regarding your mother?"
Zhu Yi was startled, looking at Lin Feng, his lips moved but no words came out.
"To be able to make you so conflicted, it definitely wouldn't be your old man, the Marquis of Xuanji, Zhu Hongwu. It can only be Meng Bingyun who died young and left a perfect impression in your heart." Lin Feng thought in his heart, Zhu Yi's drive to improve, other than his own belief in constantly striving to become stronger, there is still a very important influencing factor, and that is to fight for his mother who suffered unfair treatment.
Zhu Yi took in a deep breath and composed himself, saying in a low voice: "Master's discerning eyes are like a torch, disciple … disciple is indeed thinking about mother's matters. Disciple's mind is in a mess, in a mess."
Lin Feng did not say anything, saying in his heart: "Indeed, many times knowing more things might not be a blessing. Under certain circumstances, ignorance is also a type of blessing."
Even though Zhu Yi did not say anything, Lin Feng already understood what he was conflicted about.
After all, Lin Feng had more information than Zhu Yi.
"Your mother, Meng Bingyun, Fairy Meng, was a Daoist World Wayfarer from two generations ago at Taixu Temple, and she was the Taixu Temple's Saintess before Yan Mingyue," Lin Feng said calmly, "Your mother is a descendant of the conservative faction at Taixu Temple."
Zhu Yi's eyes widened.
Lin Feng glanced at him. Slowly, he introduced the views and styles of the conservatives and radicals within the Taixu Temple.
Zhu Yi's expression didn't change, but his flickering eyes showed that he wasn't calm at the moment.
Lin Feng's words confirmed the conjecture he had always had in his heart.
"Currently, the conservative faction still dominates the Taixu Temple. Therefore, in the eyes of the world, Taixu Temple is still very quiet. It's still the aloof, elusive, and mysterious First Sacred Place in the world."
Lin Feng said, "Before Pang Jie, there were three consecutive Daoist World Wayfarers, and they were all descendants of the conservative faction. Later, it was because your mother and Yan Mingyue met with mishaps that the radicals started to rise, and Pang Jie finally took the position."
"The conservative faction has also adopted a tacit attitude towards this. Because two consecutive generations of Saintesses had bad endings, it has dealt a blow to the reputation of Taixu Temple to a certain extent. Therefore, Taixu Temple has to show a certain toughness to the outside world."
After a long silence, Zhu Yi suddenly asked, "The conservative faction of Taixu Temple is trying to calm down the disputes of the human Cultivation World in the Divine Land, or rather, to reduce the disputes as much as possible. What will they do?"
"The world pursues profit and loses reason. If Taixu Temple doesn't use its power to suppress people, then how will they act as mediators of disputes?"
Lin Feng faintly smiled, "How can they not use their power to suppress people? It's just that the conservative faction of Taixu Temple doesn't do it so obviously. "
"Other than the methods on the surface, there will naturally be many games and balances in private. In the complicated human society, this isn't strange at all."
Lin Feng looked at Zhu Yi who wanted to say something but stopped. Silently, he said, "I don't really know why fairy Meng chose your father, the Marquis of Xuanji back then. I'm afraid that only the two of them can clear up the true details of the inside story."
"Emperor of Zhou, Liang Pan, can be counted as half an insider. After all, the ultimate target of the conservative faction of Taixu Temple is the Great Zhou Dynasty, which has a strong momentum of expansion and unceasingly devours the surrounding powers."
Zhu Yi took a deep breath, "When I return to Tianjing City in the future, I will definitely investigate clearly."
Lin Feng said lightly, "There is true love in the world. If your mother didn't truly have a mortal heart, she would never have truly married your father. She would have been like Yan Mingyue, hanging at a distance. If the world wayfarers of Taixu Temple don't want to marry, even Liang Pan doesn't have the ability to force them."
"Your mother has her own pride." Lin Feng sighed, "It's not like your father didn't truly love your mother back then. But in the hearts of many people, feelings aren't the most important."
"People are different, so they will naturally make different choices."
Zhu Yi nodded his head, he had already completely recovered his calm, "Thank you master for solving the mystery in disciple's heart."
No matter what kind of entanglement there was between his mother and father, it was his mother who pitied him and loved him. She was the only mother who gave him warmth in his youth.
Lin Feng watched Zhu Yi's back as he left. The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and a layer of darkness appeared in his eyes.
"Is Meng Bingyun really such a simple person?" Lin Feng looked up at the sky, thoughts running through his mind, "Even if the cultivation base of the Taixu Temple's Saint was crippled, it's impossible for her to be bullied to death by an ordinary person."
"Even if Zhu Hongwu instigated her, it's still impossible. Meng Bingyun isn't a bookworm who wholeheartedly focuses on cultivation. She's an outstanding person among the disciples of Taixu Temple who entered the world to gain experience. That's why she was chosen as the world wayfarers of Taixu Temple, representing the face of Taixu Temple."
Lin Feng lowered his head and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Unless, she's willing."
Then the question was, would Meng Bingyun love Zhu Hongwu so much that she would be willing to be tortured to death by his wife?
At least, after Lin Feng met her two juniors, Yan Mingyue and Pang Jie, he really couldn't believe that Meng Bingyun would be so infatuated with him.
Yan Mingyue, after regaining a new life, had been enduring silently, waiting until Pang Jie had suffered a huge setback before she returned to the stage and returned to the world, stepping on Pang Jie's shoulders to reclaim the glory that belonged to her.
If one were to say that Pang Jie wasn't tricked by her, Lin Feng would be the first to not believe it. He was almost a hundred percent sure that Pang Jie had been led to him step by step by Yan Mingyue.
On the other hand, it seemed that Pang Jie had become a stepping stone for Yan Mingyue's high-profile return, and had lost all face outside the Sand Continent City. But was that really the case?
Pang Jie had more or less sensed Yan Mingyue's intention from the fact that he had only sent a doppelganger to the Sand Continent. However, he had his own plans, so he pushed the boat along.
It seemed that Pang Jie had suffered a huge loss, but only Pang Jie knew how much he had lost and how much he had gained.
Considering that the two Daoism World Wayfarers after Meng Bingyun were not easy to deal with, Lin Feng had sufficient reason to believe that Meng Bingyun was not a soft dough that could be kneaded by anyone.
"She must have a backup plan." Lin Feng pondered and said, "But I don't know if her backup plan is in Taixu Temple or somewhere else."
He gazed at Zhu Yi's departing figure from afar and pondered in his heart, "Could it be here?"
Lin Feng shook his head and said with a smile, "Interesting."
He exited the Mysterious Heaven Time Light Cave and sat on the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Tree. With a wave of his sleeve, a cloud of purple gas floated in the air.
In the purple gas, there was nothing on the ground except for a small sapling that was two to three meters tall. It was the sapling of the Saro Iron Tree that Lin Feng had dug out.
Although it had been dug out along with the soil, this kind of spirit tree still had very strict requirements for its growth environment before it had fully grown. Lin Feng did not dare to be careless.
The divine rays of the Solar True Fire hung in the air of the small purple gas world, shining on the sapling on the ground. The Lunar True Water flowed slowly around the sapling, nourishing its roots.
Lin Feng looked at the sapling of the Saro Iron Tree Silently and said with a smile, "Unfortunately, I can't let you develop self-awareness. I never dug you out to cultivate a Saro Iron Tree Demon."
As for guarding the mountain gate like the Great Tempest Temple, it was unnecessary for Lin Feng because he had the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Tree.
Of course, if he really wanted the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Tree to protect the sect, Lin Feng had to continue to improve his cultivation to be able to control it.
It was not that the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Tree did not have self-awareness. On the contrary, its self-awareness was as vast as the sky, extending into the endless void and the myriad worlds.
Normally, it would not care about the matters of the Jade Capital Mountain, unless there was a serious threat to it. Otherwise, the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Tree would not care about anything else.
The reason Lin Feng dug out the sapling of the Saro Iron Tree was to refine a clone for himself.
Because of the Flame Dragon Heaven Armor, the God of Battle's clone was temporarily fused with it, and it was inconvenient to separate it. Once the God of Battle's clone left, and the Flame Dragon Heaven Armor was not dismantled, the armor would soon grow its own Artifact Spirit, which was not what Lin Feng wanted to see.
Since the Divine Battle Clone could not be separated for the time being, Lin Feng decided to refine a new clone.
The sapling of the Saro Iron Tree was a great choice.
It had a good foundation, high potential, and enough capital. It was almost the perfect choice.
Although it was still a sapling, and its cultivation might not be high after being refined, it should be able to improve its strength very quickly with its potential.
With the Saro Iron Tree as its body, the strength of the clone would be extremely powerful, allowing it to stand out among cultivators in the same cultivation realm.
Lin Feng extended his Divine Sense into the sapling of the Saro Iron Tree and discovered that it was indeed extraordinary. Even his Divine Sense was having a hard time penetrating it.
However, the sapling was still extremely weak compared to Lin Feng. Therefore, Lin Feng slightly increased his strength and broke through the Saro Iron Tree's defense, going deeper into the tree.
Everything in sight was pitch-black, and within the darkness, there were faint flashes of golden light.
Lin Feng's Divine Sense continued forward. Soon, the golden glow grew brighter, while the darkness gradually dissipated.
Wherever the golden light floated, it wasn't dazzling, and there wasn't the slightest bit of heat either. Instead, there was a kind of dignified and hard power concept within it.
Lin Feng was startled, "I've come into contact with the leaves of the Langhuan Jade Tree before. My cultivation was still too low at the time, thus I could not sense it. Now that I think about it, the Langhuan Jade Tree seems to contain an ever-changing aura, as if it contains endless possibilities.
"On the other hand, the Saro Iron Tree is the exact opposite. It contains an eternal aura."
It seemed like there was some kind of connection between the four mystical trees.
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