The City Is Made as You Wish

A cup of cold water is boiled, half a book on the world of mortals. When Kunlun came down the mountain, Li Yan didn't bring any magic weapon, only a hard stone and a "Tao seed". He lived in a mansion with a river view, but lingered in front of a soy milk stall; he saw through the lesions of the earth veins at a glance, but chose to "nourish" them with a bowl of overnight rice. There is no shocking killing, only the calmness of a sweeping monk. From the "blank space" in Jiaowei Mountain to the "repair" of the human heart, he realized in the hustle and bustle of the vegetable market that "the heart of heaven has no self." When people in the world looked up at the stars in search of the Dao, he lowered his head and found that the Dao was both in the shit and in the stars. This is an anti-conventional piece of urban immortality, and it is also a prose poem written for ordinary beings.