Celestials are the Dao as it appears in the human world.

Chapter 89 Celestials are the Dao as it appears in the human world.

Wei Shufen was looking at him.

Those bright black eyes were churning with far too many emotions.

The shock came from the clear light, the descent of the gods, and the fact that such a thing could be manifested in a living person.

The reverence was a reverence for a higher being, a reverence for the "Tao," and a reverence for the thing she had finally seen.

She had many questions and wanted to know who he was, where he came from, why he was on this train, and what exactly this "Mianshan Daluo Palace" was.

There is also a kind of indescribable radiance.

That light was not worship, not admiration, not a young girl's first love, but something deeper, purer, and closer to one's true self.

He was someone who spent his entire life studying Gu magic and walking on the edge of life and death.

When you suddenly see something that is higher than Gu magic and more important than life and death, your eyes will naturally light up.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something.

But Li Yuan didn't give her a chance.

He simply nodded slightly, then walked past her and headed to the other end of the carriage.

He walked towards the Gu Master who was bound by golden ropes and had fainted in his seat.

The Gu Master was still unconscious, motionless, like a shell whose internal organs had been emptied.

The golden rope still bound him, neither too tight nor too loose, just right.

It's not that I'm afraid he'll run away—he can't.

It's not that I'm afraid he'll hurt people—he can't.

The rope there was more like a marker, a marker that said, "This person needs to be dealt with."

Wei Shufen stood there, stunned, watching the figure in the moon-white Taoist robe gradually disappear into the distance.

The figure was neither tall nor broad, and was even somewhat thin.

But there was something indescribable about that thinness.

It is not strength or momentum, but a steadfast commitment to "walking with the Tao".

It was as if the Way followed him wherever he went; and as if the Way was waiting for him wherever he went.

half an hour.

She suddenly remembered something, turned around sharply, and looked at the passengers.

Those people continued to kneel, weep, and chant.

But their complexions were indeed much better than before.

Those faces were ashen, the color of the dead, the color of life slipping away;

At this moment, those faces are rosy, the color of a living person, the color of blood and energy flowing again.

Those bloated bellies have subsided.

Those bellies just now were swollen like they were several months pregnant, churning and wriggling inside, hiding things they shouldn't have hidden;

At this moment, those bellies were as flat as if nothing had happened, with only the stains remaining on their clothes proving that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.

Those pale faces have regained some color.

The blood color wasn't applied on; it emanated from within, a sign that the blood and qi were flowing smoothly and vitality had returned.

The convulsing bodies have now calmed down.

Those bodies were rolling, convulsing, and spasming on the ground, out of control, like puppets manipulated by an unseen hand.

At this moment, those bodies, whether sitting quietly in their seats, leaning against their loved ones, or kneeling on the ground, are all acting according to their own will.

Wei Shufen took a deep breath.

He took a deep breath, all the way to the depths of his dantian, as if he wanted to inhale everything before him—the tears, the prostrations, the clasped hands, the embraces, the silhouette of that white Taoist robe—and store it in the deepest corner of his heart, to be slowly recalled and understood later.

She suddenly realized that her question had been too lenient.

"An oddball from out of town?"

She murmured to herself, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

That bitter smile contained self-mockery.

He mocked himself for his ignorance, for defining the person as an "outsider."

There was also a sense of relief that she finally understood, understood some things she had never understood before.

"This is hardly an outsider."

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"This is"

She paused, looking at the pale figure that had already reached the end of the carriage.

The figure stopped in front of the Gu Master, bowing slightly as if examining the unconscious person.

That figure remained calm and serene, like the mountain breeze that blows and then passes away; like the clouds in the sky that drift and then drift away.

This is the true "celestial being".

In Taoist discourse, Heaven and Man are two separate concepts.

Heaven is the Way, nature, and the "original state"; man is form, vessel, and the "carrier".

The unity of heaven and man is the manifestation of the Tao in man; it is the "original nature" that comes to the world through a person.

Grandmother said that only the Dao can truly cure the curse.

Where is the Way?

The Tao is in the sky, in the clouds, in the mountains, in the wind, and also in a person, in his calm and serene posture as he stands there, in his indifference as if he had done nothing at all after accomplishing something of immense importance.

The term "celestial being" refers to the way the Dao manifests in the human world.

Li Yuan walked past Wei Shufen and headed towards the end of the carriage.

The figure in the moon-white Taoist robe walked through the mess on the ground with unhurried steps.

It was as if the sticky vomit, the shattered white cocoons, and the dead insects beneath his feet had nothing to do with him.

It wasn't a deliberate avoidance, but rather that those things simply couldn't fit into his world. Like clouds drifting across the sky, with the vast mortal world beneath his feet, the world above and below him was completely unrelated.

The passengers in the carriage automatically made way for each other; the action was almost subconscious.

As soon as that person walked over, my body automatically moved aside, just as water parted when it met a stone, or as wind passed through a crack, naturally and without thought.

They watched him walk by, their eyes filled with awe, gratitude, and a lingering sense of unease—not for him, but for everything that had just happened.

But the fear faded and dissipated after he passed by, as if gently brushed away by the wind stirred up by his robes.

Li Yuan stopped in front of the Gu Master.

The man slumped in a window seat, half his face swollen, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his head tilted to one side, his body, bound by golden ropes, limply leaning against the back of the chair.

The rope bound him, neither too loose nor too tight, just right—too loose and it wouldn't hold him, too tight and it would hurt him.

That slap just now was quite forceful. There was no anger or murderous intent in that slap; it was simply an inevitable point in the cycle of cause and effect.

He deserved that slap, so he took it, and that was all.

The reason they haven't woken up yet isn't because they can't, but because the time hasn't come yet.

Li Yuan looked down at him, his gaze calm and unwavering.

That calmness is not scrutiny; scrutiny requires placing the other person in a position of being "seen."

It's not about sizing up; sizing up requires treating the other person as an "object."

The gaze fell solely on him, like moonlight falling on a stone. The stone was the stone, and the moonlight was the moonlight; they were unrelated, yet coexisted.

Wei Shufen followed and stood beside him.

Li Yuan looked at the unconscious person, seemingly waiting for something.

He wasn't waiting for that person to wake up, but rather for a certain link in the chain of cause and effect to fall when it was time to fall.

A moment later, he raised his right hand, slightly bent his index finger, and gently flicked the Gu Master's forehead.

"Awake."

The word fell.

The Gu Master's body trembled violently, as if he had been pulled out of deep water.

It wasn't that I was dragged out; it was that word that brought me back from the abyss.

The word "awaken" landed on his forehead, not as a sound, but as a drop of water falling into a dry well, as a seed falling into a wasteland. Something within him was awakened.

He was breathing heavily, his cloudy eyes darted around, and finally focused.

When he saw who was standing in front of him, a deep-seated, unmasked fear instantly surged across his swollen face.

It wasn't a fear of power, which can be resisted; nor was it a fear of death, which can be accepted.

It was a deeper, more primal, unnamed fear, like the abyss seeing the abyss, like darkness seeing the light.

"You, you..." His voice was hoarse and broken, as if something was choking him.

There were no complete sentences in that voice, only broken syllables, each syllable trembling and shattering.

Li Yuan looked at him, his voice still gentle and calm: "Who sent you?"

The Gu Master's lips trembled, and his eyes flickered, as if he was hesitating.

That hesitation wasn't a matter of weighing the pros and cons, but rather a choice between two paths: confession or death. He thought he still had a choice.

"Nobody, nobody asked me to come... It's okay if I don't tell the truth."

Li Yuan interrupted him, his tone as calm as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

It really has nothing to do with him—it's not that he needs to know the answer, but that the cause and effect require him to know;

It wasn't that he wanted to hear that person speak; it was that person's fate that required him to speak at this moment.

He was just a person standing there who happened to hear the sound of cause and effect turning.

"The poison you put in the tea is called Cocoon Poison."

"The larvae hatch inside the human body, feed on flesh and blood, and emerge from the body after they grow."

"This kind of Gu technique is considered a forbidden art even in Miao territory. Being able to learn a forbidden art means that someone is backing you up."

He leaned down slightly, looking directly at the Gu Master: "To dare to attack an entire carriage of people on a train means it's not about seeking revenge, but rather someone is directing you from behind."

"Your mission is not to kill someone, but to create panic."

"Is it right or wrong?"

The Gu Master's face instantly turned ashen.

That pale white wasn't the color of fear, but rather the color of having been seen through from the inside out, leaving one with nowhere to hide.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that his voice was blocked in his throat by something.

It wasn't that they were blocked; it was that before they could even utter those words, that person already knew, so there was no need to say them anymore.

The fear in those eyes had turned into terror.

Fear has its limits, but terror has no bottom.

"What... what's wrong with you?"

"I guessed." Li Yuan straightened up, his tone still calm.

"So, who ordered it?"

Guess.

These two words, when they reached the ears of the Gu Master, were more chilling than any threat.

The guess means that it wasn't due to any supernatural power or magic; it was simply because someone stood there, looked around, and then saw it.

Like watching a game of chess, the game is not even halfway through, yet the end is already in sight.

That's not technique, that's insight.

The carriage was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All the passengers held their breath, watching this scene unfold.

They didn't know what had happened, what Li Yuan was asking, or what the Gu Master was afraid of.

They instinctively sensed that something in this carriage was being laid out, seen, and brought into the light in detail.

Wei Shufen stood to the side, her heart also tightening.

She realized that Li Yuan wasn't interrogating her, but rather "pushing" her.

We trace back from the result to the cause, and from the phenomenon to the essence.

In that instant, he had already seen through the whole situation.

It's not that he's particularly smart; his intelligence comes from calculation.

He was observing; seeing the cause, he knew the effect; seeing the effect, he deduced the cause.

Just as seeing fallen leaves tells us that autumn has arrived, and seeing smoke from chimneys tells us that people are living in the village.

That's not reasoning, that's seeing the truth.

The Gu Master's lips trembled even more violently.

His gaze lingered on Li Yuan's face for a moment before quickly shifting to the golden ropes binding him, to his own swollen, red face, and to the tangled mess of insect corpses on the ground.

He was searching, searching for a way, but no matter where his gaze fell, it would eventually return to Li Yuan's face.

It wasn't that he wanted to see it, but that he couldn't help it.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, like a night traveler drawn to a lamp.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and cold sweat slid down his face, drop by drop, hitting his clothes and leaving tiny wet marks.

"Yes...yes 3"

He spoke, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

Those two words were squeezed out of his throat as if he had used up all his strength.

He said it.

He chose to confess.

However, just as the Gu Master uttered the first word...

His body suddenly stiffened.

Those cloudy eyes suddenly widened to a point where the eyeballs almost bulged out of their sockets.

His mouth was wide open, and a gurgling sound came from his throat. It wasn't fear or hesitation, but something far more terrifying.

Something inside him was triggered.

It wasn't triggered by him, it was triggered by the word "is".

That was the last lock his master left inside him. As long as he tried to speak, the lock would open, and what was locked inside would come out.

His stomach was swollen.

Like an inflating balloon, it bulges up inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The gray cloth jacket was stretched taut, and you could vaguely see something wriggling, churning, and struggling under the skin.

That wasn't gas; it was something alive—things within him that had never hatched, things that had always been dormant, awakened by that lock, and beginning to surge outwards.

The fabric fibers of the gray short jacket snapped one by one, making a faint, almost inaudible hissing sound—the fabric's last struggle.

Wei Shufen's pupils constricted sharply: "This is bad!"

Before he could finish speaking...

With a muffled bang, it exploded in the Gu Master's abdomen!

The sound wasn't from outside; it came from within him. His body could no longer contain those things; his flesh could no longer contain those churning emotions.