I was still and floating in the air, time and space were mixed and fighting. My right arm shook slightly, and the color of the world changed. My left arm flicked, and the heaven and earth were mixed.
Destroy the hexagram and seal the spirit, break it for me!
The wind stopped!
The rain has stopped!
The snow has stopped!
Time trembles!
The space is trembling!
Leaving behind a desolate and unclear story, it became a legend, a myth, and an incomprehensible mediocrity in later narrations...
Intention: The breeze blows and everything wakes up. I look at the vast metropolis from the window sill. I don't want to meditate or be in a daze. An empty mind is omnipotent anytime and anywhere. Brush away the harsh and harsh rules of the world, I'm waiting for Godot inside