He is a mortal ferryman who attained enlightenment in one stroke and reached the pinnacle of spiritual practice.
Proving that the emperor's throne was just around the corner, he sat alone on a green mountain, fishing and drinking, laughing and saying that the emperor's throne was like a shackle.
The monks all over the world hate him to the core: he is the only one recognized by the Heavenly Fate Road, and all the powerful people's paths to enlightenment are cut off.
The old man remained unmoved. With a flick of his fishing rod, the stars rolled back, and the Holy Lord bowed his head.
The mortal wooden boat that has been with him for many years gave birth to his spiritual wisdom and carried him against the long river of time.
The bow of the boat touched lightly, and I got a startling glimpse of the young Emperor. The heroes on the scroll were actually in front of me.
He casually threw the boat towards the other side of the throne: "Go, look at the shackles for me."
——The wooden boat is transcendent and unique throughout the ages.
