On the winter night of the twelve years of the reign of the emperor Kangxi Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, the sandalwood in the hall curled up, and in the chanting, a thin old monk sat on the top of the futon, and the calligraphy said: "the sky is broken, and the ground is broken, so you will miss it if you recognize it as a burden, and who dares to sit if you have broken your tongue." after writing, you can see the monks for a long time, and finally shake your head and sigh, but you throw a pen and die.
Chapter 55: Dongdong
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