The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 484 - 483

Chapter 484: 483

Enduring patiently, Ye Tian continued to watch for a while but still couldn’t grasp the principle. He noticed that the Bodhi Tree outside had grown quite a bit taller, now resembling the size of a small sapling that reached his knees.

"Zen Master, what do you think of this tree?"

The Great Zen Master, who was reflecting against the wall in shame because of something Ye Tian said, turned around to look at the Bodhi Tree that had grown to knee height and sighed, "To penetrate the essence of Bodhi by oneself, you are indeed the first in the world. Boy, you need to be careful. If you die later, I won’t be able to find another heir to pass on my mantle."

Ye Tian gave him a look, "You’re not young anymore, why are you still not serious? I am a Huaxia man, and by the order of seniority, it will never be my turn to worship under you."

Both men fell silent. Ye Tian continued to struggle with those two fingers while the Great Zen Master focused his mind on his reflection against the wall.

One Finger Zen, Two-finger Zen.

These were the provisional names Ye Tian had decided on; the term Panchen Finger seemed too pretentious for his liking, so he preferred the simplicity of One and Two. But even these two fingers alone were difficult for Ye Tian to truly understand. Take the One Finger Zen, for example; though it couldn’t read or write, the artistic conception would occasionally flash through his mind, seemingly leaving something behind as it crossed his thoughts. However, when he tried to recall it, he could never fully grasp it, causing Ye Tian much frustration. Looking at the Bodhi Tree again, it had obviously grown a few more centimeters, and its leaves had turned from tender green to a deep green. Below Putian, the lines of the Evil Spirit Array stretched and intertwined, growing stronger with the gradual growth of the Bodhi Tree. The power of evil even reached the Scripture Pavilion, significantly expanding the area it affected.

This gave Ye Tian a sense of crisis, but the more he felt this way, the harder it was for him to catch that tiny spark in his mind or the benefits the finger brought him. Ye Tian was not an impatient person, but the tree outside gave him an unsettling feeling. He was someone who couldn’t stand threats; if a bomb were placed under his eyes, Ye Tian wouldn’t hesitate to dismantle it—as long as it was safe, and by safe, he meant ensuring it wouldn’t explode on him.

Gradually, Ye Tian’s mind quieted down, and he seemed to enter a state of meditation, his eyes intently fixed upon the finger on the paper without moving.

At that moment, as if sensing something, the Great Zen Master reflecting against the wall turned his head to glance at him, smiled, nodded his head, and then turned back to continue his reflection.

As if possessed, Ye Tian slowly raised his hand, extended his index finger, and placed it on the paper, aligning it with the finger drawn there. The smooth, creaseless surface of the paper gave Ye Tian a sudden jolt, for its texture was too similar to human skin. As their fingers touched, it was like a handshake, but before Ye Tian could fully experience the touch that seemed like skin, everything before him darkened, and he entered a world of even greater darkness. This space was void of anything, not even a ghostly shadow, yet it twinkled with scattered specks of light, approaching from afar, inching towards him. When these fragments of light drew near, Ye Tian could see that they were the movements of the One Finger Zen, intersecting shadows of fingers, blades, and sword lights.

These specks of light either joined to form lines, as heavy as mountains smashing down with great force, or they were as delicate as willow branches, fleeting without leaving a trace. They changed endlessly, which were their forms; the relentless and intensely powerful essence was what remained unchanging.

Strength here stands for power, not brute force but the power derived from precision; the swiftness naturally refers to the speed at which the fingers strike, whether it is with the momentum of lifting a heavy weight or with the fleeting touch of a dragonfly skimming water—all must be executed swiftly and silently without leaving a trace; the fierceness emphasizes the state of being unstoppable by anyone’s standards, and the final move, naturally, is to overpower with a decisive blow!

Ye Tian was immersed in the mysterious space this piece of paper brought him into, greedily absorbing everything here, memorizing each movement and technique in his mind. Meanwhile, on the periphery of his consciousness, his body lay within the same parallel dimension as the Evil Spirit Array.

It seemed that as Ye Tian grew, the Bodhi Tree was also growing at an accelerated rate. The pattern of the Evil Spirit Array was rapidly filling out; the pitch-black ink becoming increasingly deep, dark, and bottomless like an abyss. The pattern on the Spirit Array was like the cheek of a demon, terrifying beyond measure, emanating bursts of evil aura. Contrary to this was the central, rapidly-growing Bodhi Tree sapling that, since it had broken through the ground, had been growing wildly, though it was absorbing the evil auras gathered from the Underworld within the Evil Spirit Array.

Cultivating Bodhi with evil, the resultant Bodhi could only be malevolent.

The Great Zen Master, previously focused on meditating against the wall, now turned his head and saw that the Bodhi Tree had already taken shape. It might not be as towering as ancient trees, but its presence was even more imposing, almost filling the entire Nushen Tower, just one step shy of overtaking the Scripture Pavilion. Strangely, however, that imposing aura never managed to penetrate through.

Realizing this, the Great Zen Master finally felt relieved, even though his heart had not yet fully eased before it jumped into his throat again.

Suddenly, a branch extended aggressively from the Bodhi Tree Trunk, without any rhyme or reason, but with an unstoppable momentum straight towards its target—Ye Tian, who was closing his eyes and perceiving the One Finger Zen.

"Kid, you’ve got to hold on! If you can’t, I’m going to be the next one that damned tree stabs at!" exclaimed the elder, observing that Ye Tian had not yet awakened. He wasn’t in a rush to save him, but was instead beginning to worry about how he would escape. If a Zen Master of the temple were to be killed by a mere twig here, it would likely ruin the reputation he had built up all his life.

The frantic Great Zen Master wasn’t thinking of a solution, but started cursing at Ye Tian, "You bastard, if you don’t wake up, I’ll castrate you!"

The branch that sprouted was dry and seemingly feeble, yet it was enveloped with the myriad intentions of the Evil Spirit Array.

It was killing with intention, not taking lives with its branches.

Suddenly, just as the Bodhi branch aimed for Ye Tian’s forehead, a flash of white light collided with it—the white light was thin and slender, fiercely striking the branch shrouded in dark aura!

Thankfully, the white light shattered, and the branch stopped mid-air, then slowly retracted back into the Bodhi Tree Trunk. Looking at the tree again, it was lush, leafy, and appeared much more vigorous.