In the dilapidated monastery, Sakra Buddha strolled around barefoot. He wasn't in a hurry to find Brahma Buddha.
"Junior brother, what are you trying to do?" A voice came from behind him.
Sakra Buddha turned around and saw a sweeping monk that was sweeping his footprints. Sakra Buddha said with a smile, "I don't collect dust when I walk, just like how my tracks don't leave dirt behind. Since no footprints are left, why does senior brother need to sweep?"
The sweeping monk said, "Your body doesn't leave a footprint behind, but your heart has left marks behind. I'm sweeping the dust from your heart."
Sakra Buddha said, "You say my heart is dirty, you scold me, but I can't beat you so I won't bicker with you. Quickly impart your technique to me. I'll leave after learning it, sparing you from being annoyed by me."
