Jiang Feng, who transformed into a Shaolin Temple handyman, was called out by Kong Wen on the first day of his assignment. Others were fetching water and chopping firewood, but my sign-in system sent me a sweeper template - leaves fell into formations with a sweep of the broom. When the old monk in the Sutra Pavilion stared at me three more times, I tightened my grip on the broom handle and smiled: Shaolin is going to change.
