Sweep Dust

There are 321 steps on the front mountain of Taixu Mountain. Chen Wang scanned it every day, drank cold porridge for three years, and watched immortals flying above his head for three years. The immortals on the mountain came and went with their lights, and the mortals at the foot of the mountain knelt down and asked for fortune-telling. He's neither up nor down, in the middle. Three years later, he could recognize every step on the steps that had moss on it, but he couldn't even see what the immortal's face looked like. He heard that there was a secret to immortality on the mountain, a land of paradise beyond the mountain, and books from sages on the other side of the mountain. The three religions have divided heaven and earth, and the remaining people are each looking for their own way. He couldn't find his way. Later, someone told him that you do not belong on the mountain or below. He asked where I was. The man thought for a while and said, you are on the steps, sweep your floor. Chen Wang finished scanning the last level that day and looked back. He had been scanning level 321 for three years and felt that it was almost time to finish. But the steps are still there. I have to scan it tomorrow.