On Jinxiu mountain in the Dragon Kingdom.
After the heavy rain, the mountain road was covered in fog. On both sides of the wet stairs, the verdant leaves were still dripping with rain. It was a lively scene.
In the Golden Bell temple on the mountain, a handsome man dressed in a martial monk's attire was sitting cross-legged on a futon with his hands pressed together. He was listening to the lecture of an old monk in a Kasaya beside him.
"Yuan Fang, this cultivation is ascetic. I won't give you any money during this period of cultivation down the mountain. The hardships you experience during this period will be a tempering of your Buddhist heart. I hope you can comprehend the great Dao of Buddhism from it!"
"Master, what about my meal?" Yuan Fang raised his head in confusion.
"I'll give you the alms bowl, and you can go alms yourself!"
"What if they don't give us Food?" Yuan Fang continued to ask.
