One Thought Destroys the Sky

On the top of the mountain, stood an old man and a young man. A strong wind blew, and the boy's loose crotch trembled a little... "Disciple, you know, you are different from the monk." The man smiled slightly and his voice was gentle. "Master, I know that I am indeed different from the monk." The young man looked stunned and shuddered. "Then do you know why it's different?" "Because I like eating meat and drinking wine." "Wrong. Because you have been a wicked person for ten generations." "Evil man for ten lifetimes? How bad must this be?" "That's why you are so bad." The man joked. "Master, does anyone else know this?" The young man's face tightened and he was a little nervous. "You probably don't know yet, but you'll find out after reading it." "Oh, that's good, that's good..." The young man breathed a sigh of relief. Dear Taoist friends, please note, don't enter if you are timid, and don't spray if you don't like it.