Dongyue Taishan Sutra

I have been a mountain lifter all my life and I have never believed in ghosts and gods. Until that evening, I helped an old man with a sprained foot and a white beard, and he gave me a piece of black stone with the Book of Heaven engraved on it. From then on, I could see things that others could not see - a headless ghost kneeling at the entrance of the village, a woman in red standing in the pine forest waving to me, and the sound of neat footsteps coming from the midnight mountain road, but there was no one there. The goddess in the village said that the stone flakes were priceless treasures. The half-immortal's hands were shaking after looking at them, so the old man in the temple closed the door and thanked visitors. But my mother cried and said, "If this thing finds you, you will no longer be my son." Three months later, I went to Bixia Temple for an appointment. The old man with a white beard showed his true form and said to me: "Taiping, from today on, you are Taishan." I looked at the Feng Chan platform that had been pressed down for thousands of years, and I only had one thought in my mind - Can I carry this burden?