Chen Xu sat as if in an abyss.
When the gaping maw of a beast came to devour him, what he seemed to see were not only those blurred and frenzied faces, but also the inescapable net of dust above and below, the unbreakable fetters.
Yet, in his chest, there was a fire burning.
Yesterday, he had written on his exam paper the line: "Its energy, vast and unyielding."
The ability to nurture the Vast Qi within his chest, yet could not break through the dust net that wears the body, the shadows before his eyes?
Capable of reading the golden words of wisdom in books, yet unable to open his own eyes?
No!
The Innate Qi lay dormant in the Dantian, but the flame in Chen Xu's chest only burned more fiercely.
"The human heart is perilous, the Dao Heart is subtle, with precision and unity, hold firm to the center!"
Confucianism is cultivation.
Taoism is cultivation.
The mortal world is cultivation.
The secular world is also cultivation.
