Feeling the cold raindrops hitting his face, a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Below, countless zombies were roaring, above, thunder and lightning flashed.
The storm raged in the wind.
He slowly lay down on two iron racks, letting the rain hit his face.
With his hands open, he looked dreamily at the rain falling straight down.
A slight carelessness could lead to falling from above, a twenty-meter height, likely to die from the fall even before zombies could bite.
But he remained fearless, indifferent to the zombies below.
After decades of cultivation on the mountain, he couldn't grasp the Dao.
Coming down from the mountain during Doomsday to save people, he realized the true meaning of life in the stop-and-go.
Equating all things, making one forget praise and disgrace;
Equating life and death, making life neither joyful nor fearful of death;
Equating oneself and others, allowing one to forget the small self and move towards the carefree big self.
