Oh!

It's me!

Conscience.

Monk of the heart!

From Qingshinji Temple.

A little monk who is about to become famous all over the world.

Very happy.

I can finally go down the mountain tomorrow, twenty-six years, and the host finally let me go down the mountain.

From today onwards, I want to learn from the ancient monks to record their lives and record their mental journey!

When I was eight years old, I wanted to go down the mountain, I wanted to go to the town below the mountain, and I heard that there was a festival, and it would be very lively. The host told me that many children in the town were missing and couldn't go.

When I was twelve, I wanted to go down the mountain, I wanted to try the roast chicken in the restaurant, and my brother only brought me one chicken leg last night, but it was not enjoyable. The host told me that there were many bandits on the way down the mountain, and I couldn't go.

When I was sixteen, I wanted to go down the mountain, and I wanted to see the nunnery on the hill next door. The host told me that it was all tigress and that I couldn't go.

When I was twenty years old, I wanted to go down the mountain, and I wanted to go and see what life was like at other temples. The moderator told me that as long as I won the debate, he would let me go down the mountain.

In order to get down the mountain, I began to debate with them.

Before that, my life was all about: eating, chanting, eating, chanting, eating, chanting, bathing, sleeping, a good day.

After that, my life was: eating, debating, eating, debating, eating, debating, bathing, debating, sleeping, debating and losing.

Yes, I used it for three years, racking my brain every day to think about it.

They all lost to me when I was twenty-three.

I once asked everyone: why are flowers red? Why do leaves fall? Why does it snow in winter? Why does the sky thunder? How many beards does the host have? The turtle in the release pond is obviously encircled, why is it called release? Where is the Buddha? Does he also chant sutras?

They all understand.

Until finally, I decided to start with myself, and I asked them: Who am I? Where am I from?

That day, no one was willing to answer for me, and everyone was looking at me and dodging.

I know they can't answer it, it's me who wins.

Later, the host said that I had to win the monks of the whole temple before I could go down the mountain.

Because, relying only on lip service, you can't survive in the rivers and lakes.

I think it makes sense, you can't fight a tiger with a mouth.

So, my life became: eating, fighting, eating, fighting, eating, fighting, bathing, rubbing medicine, sleeping, a day of body aches.

I used it for another three years and finally cleared it.

Today, the last day.

I won the battle against the most powerful person in the whole temple ever.

Sweeper in the backyard.

After all, I should call him uncle, after all, he is a generation higher than me.

I heard that because he was crazy, he was punished by the presiding officer to sweep the land for the rest of his life.

The host said: As long as he sweeps the backyard, he can not sweep the floor.

How do you sweep the floor clean?

There are petals in spring, raindrops in summer, fallen leaves in autumn, and snowflakes in winter, clean today, dirty tomorrow.

No, it's not clean today, and there's dust, floating around.

When I was a child, I overheard the old monk in the kitchen say: The sweeping monk used to have a child with the nun on the next hill, and the nun later committed suicide due to overwhelmed responsibility, and the sweeping monk began to be abnormal since then.

Oh, yes.

After dinner, the host gave me a lot of money.

He fished out a handful of copper coins from the release pond, took a handful of broken silver from under his pillow, and asked for a few small gold bars from the bookkeeper, (he kept one for himself), and gave me the rest.

I'm sure now I'm the second richest monk in the temple.

I'm thinking, what am I going to take down the mountain?

An umbrella, a set of clothes, a flint, a rice bowl, a pen, a diary, and a lot of money.

I'm ready.

Tomorrow, I'll go down the mountain.

Feed the horses and chop wood.

Oh, I don't have horses, and I don't need to chop wood.

Then, travel the world!