Life Has No Roots, Drifting Like Dust on the Roadside

For the second time, Lin Su stepped into Abbot Master's Jingxian Pavilion.

The two lines of poetry he had casually recited back then still remained on either side of the entrance...

"Through winding paths to tranquil depths, Zen chambers lay deep amid flowers and trees."

The path was still secluded now, while the flowers and trees around the Zen chambers seemed even deeper than before.

Abbot Master sat cross-legged in the pavilion, his eyes gleaming brightly. "Benefactor Lin, seeing those two lines from years ago, do you feel anything?"

"Life has no roots, drifting like dust on the roadside; scattered, chased by the wind, turning and turning—this is no longer the former self!"

A life in this world was like a rootless tree, a flower without a stem, like dust swept up by the wind upon the highway. Life drifted and turned upon the wind; after enduring every hardship, one was no longer what one had once been.

In four short lines, the poem told of time flying by.

That day, Lin Su had come to Jingxian Pavilion and met Abbot Master. The Crown Prince had also come, hoping to enter Jingxian Pavilion, but Abbot Master had not approved of him. The Crown Prince had forced his way in, and Abbot Master had immediately established Dry Stone Zen, driving the Crown Prince out of Lingyin Temple.

At that time, the Crown Prince's power had overshadowed the realm.

Lin Su had been but insignificant duckweed.

Yet today, the Crown Prince had long since died. Even his father's throne as The Emperor had already been overturned.

The insignificant duckweed of that day had become a pillar holding up the heavens. Lin Su was now a peerless genius who could turn his hand to gather clouds and flip it to summon rain across