Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain. In the temple was a young monk named Wusi.
One day, the young monk was in a hurry and forgot to bring dry food, so he had to take a break at a ruined temple by the roadside. Hearing that there was Fangtang five hundred meters away, he rushed there. Just as he was finally quenching his thirst, a silver snake slowly approached. He gave Silver Snake the food he had just collected, without any reservation.
After that, he would pass by Fangtang every day and bring countless grains to see it. This silver snake was probably used to his life and his conversation, and would be waiting for him in the ruined temple every evening.
However, it finally got used to him, but he never came again.
My father would tell me this story every day, in the middle of winter and in the middle of summer. It was so boring. Before I knew what was going on, I could hear him talking in my ear. Every time he passed by, he would say, "Hey, if you meet a monk, you must not wait and wait like a silver snake. You must entangle yourself in this life!"
It wasn't until the so-called monk finally appeared that I realized this. Of course, this is all a story for later.
——If I meet a monk, I will definitely not be as cowardly as a silver snake. I will drag him to the death and be entangled with him for the rest of my life.