Morning, Yujing City.
Subway Line 2.
In the crowded carriage, a variety of smells linger: the scent of pancake with Montreal sausage, the cheap pungent fragrance of perfume, the body odor of someone who sweated all day without taking a shower…
In such an environment, people from all walks of life start their day of hustle and toil to make a living.
In the corner of the carriage, Zhang Fan stood with a hollow stance, tongue touching the roof of his mouth, eyelids drooping, seeming neither open nor closed.
Frequent visitors to temples and Daoist temples would notice that the eyes of the statues of gods and buddhas inside are similarly drooping, seemingly closed yet open, leaving only a sliver of gaze.
Such a simple action by Zhang Fan is called the "Supreme Profound Divine Water Creation Method." The eyes narrow to a slit, letting only the celestial light in, allowing for divine travel into the great void, free from thoughts and concerns.
