In the Age of Ending Dharma, the Earthly Immortal Taoist Master

Amid green mountains and misty valleys, every thought turns to the realms of immortals; yet gazing at flowers through the fog, who can see the world's true haze? When Lin You accidentally stumbled into this age, he chose to recline atop the peaks and quietly survey the mortal realm below. He watched the clouds curl and unfurl, the winds shift without pattern; he saw ancient immortals expounding the Dao beneath pines, emperors building high altars to sacrifice to heaven, and aged wanderers trudging alone in search of a fate of eternal life. He counted all the fleeting splendors of the world, yet found no carefree immortal among its dust. So he sowed a single seed. Years later, a divine tree rose from the earth—reaching the azure heavens above and the yellow springs below—its luminous radiance bathing the cosmos. Emerald jade leaves hung low, reflections of three thousand Dao seeds shimmering, breathing out endless spiritual energy. From that moment on, the vast mundane world was transformed into a paradise of immortals. The green mountains held their own thoughts, without envy for the white cranes that forgot their worldly cares. This is the story of a cultivator in an age of declining dharma.