The Tea House of Flowing Dao
The Guest Who Feared Emptiness
One evening, as the lanterns in the tea house flickered softly, a merchant arrived, his fine robes flowing like the river’s surface. He sat before the Daoist master, but his...
The Guest Who Feared Emptiness
One evening, as the lanterns in the tea house flickered softly, a merchant arrived, his fine robes flowing like the river’s surface. He sat before the Daoist master, but his...
The Sound of One Leaf Falling
One autumn evening, as the scent of fallen leaves drifted through the tea house, a restless traveler arrived. His eyes were sharp, his posture rigid, and his voice carried urgency....
The Sound of One Leaf Falling
One autumn evening, as the scent of fallen leaves drifted through the tea house, a restless traveler arrived. His eyes were sharp, his posture rigid, and his voice carried urgency....
The Man Who Chased His Shadow
One afternoon, as golden light filtered through the trees, a young scholar arrived at the tea house, his face tense with frustration. He sat before the Daoist master, shaking his...
The Man Who Chased His Shadow
One afternoon, as golden light filtered through the trees, a young scholar arrived at the tea house, his face tense with frustration. He sat before the Daoist master, shaking his...
The Man Who Measured the Ocean
One evening, as the last light of the sun melted into the mountains, a mathematician arrived at the tea house. He carried a scroll filled with calculations and numbers, his...
The Man Who Measured the Ocean
One evening, as the last light of the sun melted into the mountains, a mathematician arrived at the tea house. He carried a scroll filled with calculations and numbers, his...
The Man Who Gathered the Clouds
One afternoon, as mist rolled down the mountains, a poet arrived at the tea house. He bowed to the Daoist master and took his seat, his face troubled. “Master,” he...
The Man Who Gathered the Clouds
One afternoon, as mist rolled down the mountains, a poet arrived at the tea house. He bowed to the Daoist master and took his seat, his face troubled. “Master,” he...
The Man Who Walked in Circles
A merchant arrived at the tea house, his face lined with worry. He sat before the Daoist master and let out a heavy sigh. “Master,” he said, “I have worked...
The Man Who Walked in Circles
A merchant arrived at the tea house, his face lined with worry. He sat before the Daoist master and let out a heavy sigh. “Master,” he said, “I have worked...