Present direction, two-way redemption, soul mate
A monk with a heart as dull as a tree and a shining moon as his heart
Monk Wuwu swept the bamboo forest in front of the dining hall countless times. For seventeen years, there were flowers in spring and snow in autumn.
Layers of dead leaves, at first just piled in the corner, then slowly piled up in my heart.
It has accumulated over time and built up a mountain, which cannot even be blown away.
One summer day seventeen years later, a little girl was pulled up the mountain by a group of people with an unconvinced look on her face, saying that she wanted to become a "little nun".
In his early twenties, he lived like a sun, which accidentally melted his heart.
Intention: You are the Tathagata, and seeing you is like seeing the Tathagata.