I thought I was a qualified monk, but thousands of years have passed and I still can't chant sutras, meditate, or understand Zen. I can only complain, but I haven't reached the level of Tucao. Finally, I want to say something, my name is Tang Seng, I have four apprentices, and I have a very proud car. Of course, they are different now.
Getting together and separation is the most beautiful gift you gave me.
She said: "You are silent, you are reserved, and you always have that expression. No matter how upset your heart is, there is a light expression on your face, as if everything in this world has nothing to do with you, and as if you are sympathizing with it all. But today, I see your pain, not in your heart, but the pain vividly expressed on your face. Do you know how happy I am? Even if others spend their whole world, they will not make me so happy."
In short, this is actually a tangled story about a tangled man and his tangled stories. If your random thoughts are too outrageous, please be patient.