God of Fishing



There were an old man selling firewood, beggars, diners eating at the stalls, a woman languidly pushing open a window and looking out, a peddler sighing, a woman bargaining for a bundle of firewood, and children running and playing, holding green fruits high in their hands, smiling…

The old man suddenly stopped and looked at Han Fei. "Fang Zheng! Do you feel anything?"

Han Fei had already taken the entirety of this place into his eyes, because he knew that everyone had their own life opportunities, birth, old age, illness, and death. They all had their own hardships that couldn't be resolved. Even if he was a dominator, he couldn't resolve the hardships of everyone in the world!

Han Fei said casually, "Good."

"Good? What's good about it?"

The old man said, "I don't think they're good at all. Look at the old man who sells firewood. This bundle of dry firewood is no more expensive than a green fruit in a child's hand. Is it good? Look at the beggar along the street. He's actually a scholar. His wife and children are seriously ill and dying. As a scholar, he was forced to do such a thing. Is it good? Look at the lamenting peddler. The cotton clothes he sells were faked and his life savings were wasted. Is it good? Look at the woman upstairs. Her husband left in a hurry and said that he would return. She waited here bitterly for thirteen years, her appearance gone, but that man didn't return. Is it good?"

The corners of Han Fei's mouth curled up slightly. "Teacher, firewood is not as expensive as green fruit, but look at the smile on his face the moment he sold the firewood and got the money. Is that smile real? That begging scholar was very protective of the food given to him by passers-by. He has learned how to cherish what he has owned, hasn't he? That lamenting peddler once mixed sand with grain when he started to do business. Isn't this karma? The woman upstairs looks relaxed. There is a letter in her room. She will go far in a few days and has already put the past down… Things in the world don't go as planned. Having a thing or two meet our expectations is already comforting enough. Isn't it good? Everyone is like this. It's good."

The white-haired old man laughed. "That's right! This is what all living beings are like. Life can be sweet, sour, bitter, or spicy. Life is not perfect, but they've lived their lives. All living beings are in different states. Are the Immortals and Gods carefree?"

Han Fei said, "They have their worries and joys too. It's not necessarily true that their lives are better than ordinary people's. After all, the world they see is only this big."

The white-haired old man said, "The heavens exist forever and there are countless ants. But if the heavens don't protect the ants, how can the heavens exist?"

Hearing this, Han Fei couldn't help but turn his head and look at the white old man deeply. For some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity.

Han Fei replied, "Teacher? I know what you mean. Humanity, self, all beings - you want to say that all beings are worthy. Whether it's interacting with others, harmonizing with all beings, or connecting with nature, where should I be? All living beings have their own destinies. We can only do our best and leave it to the heavens."

The white-haired old man sighed slightly. "What if you are the heavens?"

Han Fei raised his head slightly, looked at the noisy street, and said casually, "Teacher, as you know, I walk the path of supreme, and my Dao has no heavens."

"Alas! Do you know that comprehending the Dao of all living beings can double your strength?"

Han Fei's eyelids blinked slightly. After a moment of silence, he shook his head. "This Dao doesn't suit me, so I can't walk it. Teacher, you don't have to persuade me. But didn't you go to the Path of No Return? Why are you here?"

The white-haired old man sighed slightly. "It's just a thought in the infinite sea. Forget it, everyone has their own goals. If you don't want to walk this Dao, don't. However, you've seen the Dao of all living beings after all…"

After that, the thought of the prophet dissipated in this vast world.

After a long time, Han Fei sighed slightly. "Teacher, I'm not as great as Eldest Senior Brother. All living beings are like the world. Once I embark on this Dao, all that's left to me will be endless loneliness. But if there's a chance, I will pass it to someone suitable."