Worldly Guest

Xie Chu, the third prince of the emperor's family, was born with a pure heart and ascetic desires, and his bones were full of snow from the top of the mountain. On the day he stepped out of the palace at the age of eight, the master walked in front while he counted the stone steps behind. Counting to the ninety-ninth level, the cry behind him slowly became as soft as ice skates melting on the corner of the eaves. It turns out that human affairs are nothing more than this. Xie Chu is untainted by the secular world, has a natural Taoist heart, and is naturally suitable for practice. The love in this world is like catkins on his clothes. He can just brush it away. It is really not worth his efforts. He is naturally cold-hearted than others, and is extremely talented in spiritual practice. On the day when he entered the world with his sword in hand after Dacheng, he saw demons and monsters knocking over the tiles of the capital city. It was a time of trouble, demons and ghosts invaded, and Taoist priests came down the mountain. A dynasty like broken pottery shattered, causing a catastrophe in the world. Taoist priest Xiao Xie was dressed in white, holding a branch into a sword, and his cuffs were filled with mountain wind. He has healed the living, divined death, caught ghosts in the world, and settled matters in the underworld. After wading through the snow in the northern part of the country and being soaked in the rain in the south of the Five Ridges, my baggage was unknowingly filled with bits and pieces of worldly dust. On the road these years, he has picked up too many causes and effects stained with body temperature, and he cannot avoid them or escape them. —— Xie Chu is the most divine person Xue Rang has ever seen. That gentle and humble little Taoist priest, his brows were as clear as frost on bamboo. When he spoke, he was carrying the wind that passed through the mountains, and his snow-white wrists always slipped out of his robes, which reminded people of a handful of fresh snow offered by believers in front of the Buddha. Xue Zhuoyu wielded a black sword and singled out Thirteen Iron Ling Cavalrymen, and spent twenty years on the run. After meeting Xie Huailang, all I wanted to do for the rest of my life was hold on to that pale and thin wrist, hold it tighter and longer, like a man fishing for the moon in a stream, for fear that some glimmer of light would leak between his fingers. But Xue Rang also hated Xie Chu the most. That person's compassion is like water flowing over pebbles. Do you think it is tenderness that is only given to you? Xue Rang saw him wipe the tombstone and his palms with the same handkerchief after he saved someone. The moonlight soaked through his clothes equally, making living and dead things glow with a layer of cold frost. All lives in this world are the same to Xie Chu. All things are invisible to the eye but not to the heart, and all living and dead are treated equally. In his eyes, Xue Rang was the same as the eternal rivers and rivers, the stars in the universe, or the weeds on the edge of the cliff, the butterflies with broken wings, and the guys he saved who had their own wishful thinking. Xue Rang really hates Xie Chu who is nice to everyone. This person who cares about the world is the most ruthless. —— Xie Chu cultivated the path of ruthlessness and always believed that only by being unintentional and ruthless, and transcending the world, could he achieve the right result. But it was the occasional slight movement of his thoughts that made his hand on the seal become more steady. Xie Chu, looking at the people in front of him who were still speechless, suddenly realized that the true path of ruthlessness is to learn to be like the wind in the mountains, caressing the new buds and dead branches, seeing joy and tolerating sorrow, but never stopping. When Xie Chu had a great enlightenment and truly achieved enlightenment, a hot tear fell on the back of his hand. Xie Chu still spoke in his usual gentle voice, with compassion like snow in his brows, but every word he spoke was aimed at the most painful part, and he had to dig out a bloody hole. "All living beings are suffering, and all phenomena are non-existent." "Donor, you are obsessed." 25.05.08 Intention: I know that this world is as short-lived as dew, but, yet.