Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

On the first day of the seventh month of the second year of Tianxin, there was heavy rain.

The rain was heavy today, and the sky looked like a curtain stained with ink. If you stood on higher ground, you would even feel that the thick clouds were pressing down on your head.

Large raindrops fell from the dark ink, pattering against the green tiles on both sides of the street, forming a cascading curtain of water.

In the blink of an eye, small streams had appeared on both sides of the street at lower elevations, and puddles of varying sizes had formed on the central bluestone slab.

On the street, a few pedestrians quickened their pace, grumbling as they hurried home.

Zhuang Sheng, alone, held an oil-paper umbrella and stepped into the middle of the road full of puddles.

He walked slowly, his footsteps uneven, splashing water in circles, wetting his shoes and trousers.

Later, Zhuang Sheng was soaked by the rain blown by the wind.

The rain soaked his clothes, made his hair sticky, and made Zhuang Sheng's body feel heavier and heavier, causing him to walk slower and slower.

In the world of martial arts, Zhuang Sheng actually had his own name—the Traveling Master.

The name is not pleasant to hear, it has nothing special about it, and it is not domineering at all. It is simply because Zhuang Sheng has traveled to many places, helped many people, and often appeared in front of the world as a schoolteacher.

He spent most of his relatively short life on the road, and over time, this simple name came about.

Zhuang Sheng started practicing martial arts at the age of seven, and only managed to cultivate his first wisp of true qi at the age of eighteen. He barely entered the ranks of masters at the age of twenty-four, and only gained a little fame in the martial arts world at the age of thirty-two. At the age of forty, thanks to a bit of luck, he received the power of a dying martial arts saint, and only then did he step into the innate realm.

Zhuangzi never mentioned any of this to anyone. He simply traveled all over the world, doing what he could and saving those he could save.

He has always believed that a small act of kindness can sometimes save a life.

Even though he was often misunderstood and even ridiculed as a fool, he never gave up.

He felt that Mu An said something very true, which perfectly reflected his life experiences.

Set aside your desire to help others and respect their fate.

Not everyone can be saved, and not all help will be appreciated or rewarded.

There's no need to save someone who doesn't want to be saved, and there's almost no chance of pulling someone back from the brink of despair. Insisting on saving them will only drag you into the mire as well.

But if a simple act of kindness can save several people who want to live, then there's no need to be stingy with that small act of kindness.

I won't do too much; I'll only do a little bit when I'm capable, just to have peace of mind.

The more Zhuangzi saw, the better he understood this passage, because people are different from one another, and things are different from one another.

Mu An understood much more than him, so he was not troubled by repeated disappointments, nor did he feel a deeper despair about the world or the uneducated people.

Zhuang Sheng observed that Mu An usually had an indifferent attitude when doing things, and didn't take them too seriously. Most of the time, he would just help out if he saw something he was doing.

Because they don't care, they don't care, and they don't mind failing.

Furthermore, due to Mu An's position, his modest act of kindness had an effect far exceeding expectations.

Doing good deeds also requires ability.

It's like Zhuang Sheng doing good deeds for a year, but it's not as good as Mu An issuing a few well-intentioned orders.

Because the difference in their status was too great, Zhuang Sheng was just an individual, while Mu An's order could be carried out across most of Lingzhou.

He knew perfectly well that saying that good deeds have no hierarchy was just a way to comfort himself, to console the world, and to remind people not to give up on goodness.

Whether we acknowledge it or not, and regardless of the intentions behind a single act of kindness.

The number of people saved and the impact of this action cannot be faked.

More is more, and less is less; it won't change because of the intentions behind it.

For example, right now, he is getting closer and closer to Lin'an Hall, with less than 300 meters left.

He was planning to kill someone.

The person who was about to be killed, by doing a good deed once, saved more people than he could in his entire life.

Killing someone like that, even if he did good deeds all his life, what does it amount to?

The rain grew heavier and heavier, the sky and earth alternated between light and darkness, and the booming thunder seemed capable of tearing apart the eardrums of passersby.

Walking down the street, Zhuang Sheng slowed his pace a few more times.

"Master Zhuang? Master Zhuang! It's raining so hard, where are you going?"

The voice in his ear pulled Zhuang Sheng back to reality from his memories. He looked up and saw a familiar figure.

The old man's voice was rambling on and on, filled with concern.

"This rain is so heavy, it's like it's collapsing. I haven't seen such heavy rain in years."

Master Zhuang, why don't you come and sit at my old man's house for a while?

"If there's anything, wait until the rain stops. Old Zhu will definitely take care of anything I can help with!"

Zhuang Sheng did not answer; his gaze swept over Old Zhu, from bottom to top.

The old man was wearing a thick raincoat and a straw hat. Rainwater seeped through the holes in the clothes and wet his aged face.

"Boom!"

Another clap of thunder boomed in the sky, the piercing sound making Old Zhu involuntarily shudder.

He looked at Zhuang Sheng, trembling, "Master, the thunder today was terrifying, like it was going to strike someone to death. I wonder if someone did something wrong..."

Zhuang Sheng was startled. He looked up at the sky, staring blankly at the dark sky, until the next bolt of lightning ripped through the thick clouds, and he came back to his senses, shaking his head.

"God is too busy, too busy to care about human affairs. He has never cared about them, from the past to the present."

Old Zhu frowned. The simple old man had always believed in the existence of gods and Buddhas, and even more so in the existence of a God above his head.

He instinctively wanted to retort, but then abruptly shut his mouth.

Just now, his limited knowledge told him that he didn't even know which gods or Buddhas existed.

Aside from the Mountain God and the Dragon King, he couldn't recall any other names.

He certainly couldn't win an argument with scholars over these things.

More importantly, even if they win the argument and anger Master Zhuang, his promising grandson will be in trouble.

Thinking it over, his desire to argue faded, and he continued to ask about the topic from the beginning.

"Look at my memory! It's raining so hard, and I just started chatting with you like an idiot on the street. Anyway, my house is nearby, why don't you come over and have a bowl of hot soup?"

Zhuangzi smiled and politely declined the old man's invitation.

"Maybe next time. I have urgent business to attend to today. Maybe I'll visit again sometime."

Old Zhu was clearly taken aback. He looked at the torrential rain overhead, then at Zhuang Sheng, who was still soaked despite holding an umbrella.

My not-so-great curiosity was suddenly piqued. What urgent matter could possibly need to be done in this heavy rain?

If I were really in a hurry, how would I have had time to chat with him for so long?

Old Zhu's slow-witted mind couldn't understand these things, but his years of life experience told him that if you can't understand something, then don't think about it.

What you can know, you will know in a few days; what you can't know, you must pretend to be deaf and dumb.

"Why didn't you say so sooner? It's all my fault for keeping you waiting so long. You're busy, you're busy. I'm going home now. You must come and visit sometime..."

The rain lessened slightly, and Zhuang Sheng, holding his umbrella, watched Old Zhu disappear from sight.