Manjusri Bodhisattva, a man of Hanshan; There is no Pu Xian in the south, so there must be. According to legend, Hanshan is the incarnation of Manjusri Bodhisattva, and it has been accepted as the incarnation of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva. Hanshan asked me before: What should I do if the world slanders me, deceives me, humiliates me, laughs at me, despises me, belittles me, hates me and deceives me? Pick up the cloud: just put up with him, let him, let him, avoid him, put up with him, respect him, ignore him, stay a few years and see him. Hanshanyun: What else can I hide? Picked up the cloud: I have seen Maitreya, the Buddha of Maitreya. Please listen to me: an old chap like me, put on his coat and have a full stomach, and make up for the cold, and everything will come naturally. Someone called me an old chap, and an old chap like me only said yes; Someone hit an old buddy like me, and an old buddy like me fell asleep; I spit in my face and let him do it himself. I'm saving my energy, too. He's carefree. So paramita is a wonderful treasure. If you know the news, why are you worried? People are not weak, people are not poor, they practice wholeheartedly and always do things in the Tao. The world loves splendor, but I don't. Fame and fortune are empty, and inner greed is insatiable. Impermanence is hard to buy. Zi Gong, who can talk, said that Duke Zhou was a psychic, Kong Ming was resourceful, Fan Kuai was a savior, and Han Xin made great contributions. When he died, he had only one sword. How many people lived in ancient and modern times, which one lived thousands? This is a hero, and that is a good man. Look at his gray temples, his face changes year by year, the sun and the moon shuttle, and time flies. Soon, he became ill and groaned. He felt that if he didn't practice when he was young, he wanted to turn back when he was ill. Yan is boundless, and he died three inches. What was the difference then? Right or wrong, I don't distinguish my family, I don't argue with others, I'm not a good China person, I don't swear, I don't say anything, I ask like a dumb China person, I don't care, I push around, I don't care about others laughing, I don't care about my face, my children cry, and I never see them again. If I want fame and fortune, I have to make friends with the suburbs. I think people in the world are full of nonsense. I advise you to go back and practice alone, be a gentleman, make a clean break, jump out of the red fire pit, be a cool brother and realize that the sun and the moon are neighbors.