Too much room for the quilt, large as a pillow. Rice is no longer a meal, a drink of tea is no longer. Wat make people throw off the robe, ten years enlightenment fidelity. University of Zhan Zhao Wen Weng, ancestral Indian middle of the night room passed. Long known to the world without seeking the spirit of self-purification of their hearts extended life. Ye Hu Zen sub off the evil footpath, the only independence is also my crazy Um. Every solution has always been crazy after the hut, giving me those three bamboo broom. Sweep away the anger, the second sweep corruption. Only one disease, not sweeping, two-phase value of the same acid salt crazy. Although I even have a broom, the establishment of heaven and earth with immortality.