"Uncle's laugh is so strange..." The little girl and little boy looked frightened and backed away again and again, until a young woman in a purple dress, who had been quietly watching all along, gathered them into her arms. On guard, they returned to the cabin. Some of the passengers nearby glanced over in shock, as if they couldn't understand how a perfectly normal person had suddenly gone mad.
After laughing for a while, Meng Qi gradually settled down. The world could not see the true Dharma; it judged people by their "looks," limited or blinded by its own experience, reliance, and knowledge. It refused to believe what it should, and sank deeply into what it shouldn't. The stories he told were true, while Xuan Xin had used boasting to cover up the truth that he was a Demon Race spy. They were different, but both had let certain telltale signs slip. For instance, if his story were posted on the forums of the Myriad Realms Universal World, old acquaintances from the Three Mountains and Four Waters might recognize Gentleman Sword Meng Qi. Xuan Xin, meanwhile, had often shown subtle flaws that made people feel he wasn't so simple. If they had taken those signs seriously sooner and watched him in secret, how could the Shaolin incident have happened?
Alas, judging people by appearances had led them to miss Ziyu.
The world was like this. If a Dharmakaya could not see the Great Dao or the Tathagata, what stood in the way? The external "self"?
Shaking his head with a sigh, Meng Qi ignored the stares and went into the cabin. After who knew how many years, he was feeling hunger in his belly again.
The many insights and ideas he had gained from his Martial Dao strength over the