The Day I Become a Mad Dog

Can the suffering in the world be ended? This problem is not new. Everyone in troubled times has asked this question, and everyone with power thinks they know the answer. Some people have spent five hundred years of reincarnation accumulating cultivation, controlling cause and effect, weaving laws, and holding the direction of the entire world in the palm of their hands - he thinks that as long as the order is strong enough, suffering will disappear. Some people raised their arms and shouted to fire the first shot to end the old order, thinking that by tearing down everything, they could rebuild a clean world. Someone is dormant in the dark, setting up a game for hundreds of years, waiting for a chess piece to complete its path, and then harvest the chips everyone presses on. Everyone has their own answer. Everyone feels that as long as they win, the world will become better. Then one by one they died, or lived, seeing that nothing had changed in their answers. The suffering is still there. The cycle keeps turning. The arena is still the same arena, but a different group of people are standing on the stage, saying exactly the same thing. No one has found the real answer - until an unknown person dies on a certain page of the story, until a little monk completes the path he should take in the world, and at the last moment, turns himself into the Tao. Not a victory. Not conquest. Not control. It's letting go. It's dissolution. This is the body world, and from now on, the fairy world and the human world are each their own. No one should control the world. Tao is the answer. The remaining fire in the wind is like Xuansheng.