Since Turbidity Arises, How Can There Be Any Remainder?

"Mr. Song, my son Zhuoyu's life is entrusted to you." "Do your best." A scholar in blue shirt looked at the man covered in blood on the ground and replied. After the man died, the scholar knelt down and closed his eyes for him. "Senior brother, what is Tao? I think you all have your own Tao. So, what is my Tao?" "Hahaha, little junior brother, remember, if the heart does not die, the Tao will not arise." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.