When I was born, a hundred-year-old Taoist priest came from the mountains and delivered me with his own hands. He said that I was born with a "Tao eye" and that I was destined to see through the fog of this mortal world.
He has lived alone in a deserted valley for half his life, but he knows everything outside the mountains. He could use yellow talismans to cure illnesses, and he once pointed to the depths of the clouds and said, "Listen, that's the dragon singing."
Now he has passed away, leaving only a yellowed notebook. It contains the dragons he has seen, the evil spirits he has suppressed, the Dharma he has fully understood, and the most comprehensive explanation of the world.
From today on, I decided to follow the steps he left and walk the path he walked to verify with my own eyes whether the world he wrote is real.
