I remember that on the way back, I saw a slightly hunched monk, wearing a thin blue-gray coat, walking slowly down the steep and winding road. The wind blew, the setting sun shone on his back, and the withered leaves of the sycamore tree beside him kept falling. I seemed to suddenly realize that Baotong is a temple, a normal temple that has been commercialized, but it is also a peaceful and solemn temple.
The supreme, profound and subtle Dharma is all in the human world. So I heard.
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