Escaped from the mediocre society that demanded a "pass", I boarded the century-old narrow gauge train in Darjeeling at the southern foothills of the Himalayas.
In this heavy rain, I personally smashed the red pottery cup holding the scalding milk tea, and crushed it into powder together with the secular eyes that tried to discipline me.
In the narrow carriage, I met an old-school plant hunter who used a British accent to describe the rotten smell of the Ganges, and a Brahmin lady who was dressed in a peacock blue silk sari and claimed to be of pure blood.
She judged me with her arrogance: "We Brahmins only bathe in the source of the first melting glacier, and you will eventually be no different from the mediocre people in the mud downstream."
I looked at the noble cinnabar mole between her eyebrows and used the most basic common sense to tear apart her myth: "All the water in the world will meet again. The holy source you think of has long been mixed with the evaporated sewage in the lower reaches of the Ganges. Ignorant humans always divide their limited superiority into fragments."
From the verbal exchanges in the carriage on a rainy night to the ultimate confrontation in an ancient temple more than 2,000 meters above sea level.
Faced with the ancient Buddhist scriptures that attempt to obliterate the meaning of humankind by saying "the universe will eventually return to nothingness", I choose to rely on the sages of all mankind and declare war on the divine power with the weight of civilization——
"You stare into the abyss in fear, while we stand in this muddy world, intent on transforming hell into heaven bit by bit."
The gods are speechless, and dawn breaks on Jinshan.
Finally, in the vast morning light, I stretched out my hand to the proud lady who fell in front of the Buddha statue, her faith completely shattered.
Intent: sharp penetration