A good night's sleep.
The next morning, Wuming woke up from bed and stretched comfortably.
He pushed open the window of the inn and saw a lot of people walking around outside. The sounds of hawkers shouting, blacksmiths hammering iron, and bargaining were endless.
At this time, many passers-by stood on the side of the road and lowered their heads. A man with knives stuck all over his body and a mountain of iron on his back walked on the street with heavy steps.
The man was not strong, but rather unusually thin. His hair had never been trimmed, and his messy long hair and beard covered his face. He didn't seem to notice the movements outside, but just walked forward silently, gradually disappearing at the end of the street.
"Cai Bing hasn't given up yet."
"It's really admirable, but unfortunately this method has long been proven to be useless. Torturing the body itself is seeking outside, so how can it lead to seeking inside?"
"Unfortunately, after the world collapsed, there is no other way for the Great Wilderness to go. Seeking the Dharma within is our only hope."
"If the world hadn't collapsed, Cai Bing would definitely be a genius in other systems."
After the man left, people whispered to each other on the road and many felt sorry for him.
Even though Dahuang City is helpful in practicing inner seeking, inner seeking is ultimately a method of refining the mind. The real focus is on the heart. If you cannot tap into strength from within, the suffering you experience is just suffering.
Wuming looked at the pedestrians who were talking below, then raised his head and looked towards the end of the street.
From the discussions among passers-by, we know that the man named Cai Bing has been practicing hard for ten years, but he has never been able to master the "Wendao Sutra".
However, this boy was indeed gifted. In his first year of asceticism, many people speculated that he would die soon, after all, he had hurt his body with a knife and did not receive treatment.
But as a result, he had more and more knives in his body, but he still lived tenaciously and insisted on asceticism every day.
Others insulted him, hurt him, or teased him, but he never fought back. He remained indifferent even when children threw stones at him or hooligans spat on him. At first everyone thought he was stupid, but gradually they began to admire him, so much so that every time he appeared, they would give way to them and feel sorry for his efforts.
"I didn't expect that there would be such determined people in a place like this." Tian Xing Mingyue sighed at this time.
The Shengsheng Stone where his soul resided was placed by the window. Wuming heard all the conversations. He felt very ashamed because his mentality was much worse than Cai Bing's because he was trapped in the Shengsheng Stone.
If his situation and Cai Bing's were reversed, he would have given up long ago.
"It's really amazing." Wuming nodded in agreement.
Shui'er came out of the debris at this time, yawned, and asked dazedly: "What are you talking about? Egg rice?"
"What egg rice? It's a compliment." Tian Xing Ming Yue complained.
Shui'er's nose twitched, and then she looked at a small food stall below with sparkling eyes, and said, "It smells so good, Wuming, shall we go downstairs and have breakfast?"
"Then go and try the taste of prison food." Wuming agreed with a smile.
He took a shower, changed his clothes, checked out and walked out of the inn. At Shui'er's strong recommendation, he came to a snack stand.