Snow still fell in February as the freezing wind blew. Hearing the sound of children reciting "Tao that can be described is not universal and eternal Tao" and seeing the flawless white snow scattered on the mountain, Meng Qi found himself in a tranquil state of mind. He wandered in the cold wearing only a thin blue shirt.
The sky behind him became dark as if everything in the world was changing as it clotted into a dot, without past, present or future. The virtuality collapsed vaguely in here, and time slightly solidified. Everything started from this dot and all fruits originated from this dot.
Upon closer inspection, this dot was more like a Taoist priest who was dignified, bold and vast!
After studying morality for more than half a year and educating children, Meng Qi had become more proficient in sensing and grasping the laws of the world than when he traveled around. His Dharma Form had improved to a higher level with his strength at sixfold heaven.
