Bingwen
“One step at a time,” Bingwen whispered, his mind concentrating only on crossing the narrow bridge. “I have to just take one step at a time; I’ll be fine, completely unscathed.”
The earth below him was nowhere to be seen: a valley of darkness there instead. One wrong step and he could end up falling down the cliff, screaming and crying until inevitably dying. He knew, however, that panicking only resulted in injuries; and for that reason, he decided to steel his nerves and not panic.
Sweating from nervousness, Bingwen decided to stop and calm down for a moment. Wind, the cool air, and the bright sunlight cooled his nerves. Honestly, he thought to himself, the sight I get while on the bridge is beautiful. You couldn’t get the smell of clean air anywhere else, as the rest of the world was polluted from factories and litter.
Realizing that at the rate he was going, getting to the end of the bridge was a dream, Bingwen screamed out in the open. “Why, why, why, why, why! Everytime I try to cross this, I always stop at the 20th board!” He continued to complain, “Am I so incompetent that I can’t do something so simple as crossing a bridge? I just want to go to Mt. Tai! Is there something wrong with that?!”
He had eyes, but he couldn’t see Mount Tai. He hadn’t even reached Qi Refining Stage yet. What a poor cultivation root this boy had.
