Mo Cheng

All living beings are fighting for their way to the outside world, but he is the only one who paints the heart. In troubled times, monks are all fighting for chance treasures, but the painter Mo Qingyun walks alone in the world, observing himself with pen and ink, and training his heart with the world of mortals. Strength does not depend on realm, it only depends on the clarity of mind. If there is obsession in the heart, no matter how good the paper and pen are, they are still ordinary things; if there is no dust in the heart, even if the plain paper fails and the pen fails, the mountains and rivers can be settled. There are two parallel lines in the book, one quiet and one moving: he sits alone in the mountains and paints quietly, while the outside world is full of constant killings and chaos. From learning in the mountains and fields, to entering the world and reading all kinds of things, to integrating the heart with the world, until the disaster comes, and settling the world with one stroke. People in the world imitate his paintings and pursue his Tao, but they still don't understand that the origin of the Tao is always only in the original mind.