Comprehending the Dao

Lord Yellow Mountain vaguely felt that this little child Mo Hua possessed a faint trace of the luminous clarity of the "Great Dao." For an instant, he did not seem human at all, but rather a young deity born carrying the Dao.

Yet in the blink of an eye, that impression changed again.

Having finished a lamb leg, Mo Hua wiped his grease-slick hand on his clothes.

He seemed like nothing more than an ordinary, innocent little cultivator.

Half was the divinity above the Dao; half was the humanity beneath it, the two interwoven.

Lord Yellow Mountain's expression grew dazed.

Mo Hua, however, had no idea what Lord Yellow Mountain was thinking.

As he wiped his hands, he continued pondering the knowledge of the Way of the Deities Lord Yellow Mountain had shared. He felt he had benefited greatly: not only had his knowledge increased, but his horizons on the path of cultivation had broadened as well.

It was simply that this kind of knowledge was profound and complicated.

Many of its details were somewhat vague as well.

Mo Hua had swallowed it whole for the moment, and still could not fully "digest" it.

He silently committed all the crucial knowledge to memory, pondered it for a while, then asked a number of scattered questions.

Lord Yellow Mountain was somewhat distracted, but answered them all one by one.

And so, by the time evening gradually fell and the rosy clouds spilled across the sky, Mo Hua was ready to take his leave.

Before leaving, Mo Hua gave Lord Yellow Mountain some fruits, spirit meat, and wine. Thoughtfully, he said, "The mountains are cold and lonely, with not a soul in sight. Keep these offerings and eat them slowly. I'll come see you again when I have time..."

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