I met Yunmozi, who was wrapped up like a mummy in a hospital dedicated to the treatment of Taoists in the North. Originally according to the rules of Qingyimen, I couldn't visit Yunmozi, but before I pleaded for Yunmozi, everyone saw that they knew we were friends and allowed me to come in.

By this time, Yunmozi had woken up and looked at the ceiling with dull eyes. It was impossible to see what his mood was now.

I sat beside Yunmozi, looked at his tragic situation and whispered, "Mozi, does it still hurt?"

He shook his head, but did not speak. I can understand Yunmozi's thoughts now, and I...