The Body of the Buddha Cultivates the Mind, and All the Gods Bow Their Heads

The drizzle dyes the bamboo, and all souls are silent. A shadow in a green shirt came slowly out of the mist. His face is like warm jade, his eyes are like cold stars, his figure is pure and elegant, and his steps are as light as feathers. In the hand is a plain oil-paper umbrella. The umbrella turns to the flowing clouds, the rain does not touch the body, and the wind does not stain the dust. He walked very calmly, very elegantly, very freely. But one step shattered the mountains and rivers. One step can crush eternity.