Zǐ Wú Yī

“Who says we have no clothes? We’ll share a robe.” Some laughed at him, saying that after all his years on the road, he still couldn’t hold on to that robe. “I’m here.” Someone once read his fortune and said that both his name and his fate were empty. But so what? Xuanyuankong didn’t believe in destiny. He believed only in the composed man he was. He entered the mountains, the world, and the sect, entangling himself with all the world’s affairs. So it is said: “Approach, soldier; fight, warrior; all form ranks and march.” “Trace the current upstream, and a thousand threads will fall away.” “If you have no clothes, who will share a robe with you?” I am in the wind. I am in the dust.