Traveling to the end of the Yuan Dynasty, as soon as he opened his eyes, he was tied to the same tree as Zhu Yuanzhang and waited to die.
I recognized him, he didn't recognize me. I said "They will come back" and he believed me. We ran away for our lives together, joined the army together, and worshiped each other together - he said that I was the person he trusted most in his life.
Later he became emperor.
Later he asked me something:
"Who do you belong to?"
From the eyes of the man on the dragon throne, I can no longer see the poor monk holding a grass stem under the withered locust tree.
If I had it to do over again, I would probably still answer him:
"Chongpachi, listen to me."
