"Master, I understand." The little Taoist lit the rhinoceros horn.
"?" The old Taoist looked surprised, "What have you realized? I haven't realized anything yet."
The little Taoist said: "I have realized a little bit..."
The young Taoist who had gained a little enlightenment took off his blue-grey Taoist robe in a blink of an eye and walked into the bustling road lined with Zhuge.
With my back to the scene of my youth in early spring, when the grass grows and the orioles fly, my spiritual bones are extremely profound and yet extremely shallow.
Many years later, Yu Zheshan looked at these years like an extremely magnificent dream. The dream shrank sharply, and finally turned into a miserable bunch in the hand. He was lying on the ground in the snow, with traces of blood on his face, unable to think of a single thing in the world. I especially don't understand what "Tao" is. Maybe "Tao" is endless pain, or maybe it's him coming back and leaving again and again.
Intention: The Tao is in the secular world.