"The human heart is like paper, indeed laughable."
"Wang Anfeng."
Wang Anfeng was slightly startled, then instinctively stood up straight and said:
"I am here."
The scholar in front of him closed his eyes, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end, just waved his hand calmly and said: "Nothing... you may go. That old man Li hasn't been around you for a few days, go and catch up with Yuan Ci and the others."
Wang Anfeng hesitated internally, bowed, and left.
The scholar in the blue robe tapped the green bamboo armrest with his finger, remained silent for a long while, exhaled, and said:
"The human heart is like paper, worldly matters are like frost, unfit to be trusted."
The wind blew behind him, rustling the bamboo forest.
On the mountain behind Shaolin, in the bamboo forest Taoist temple, a Taoist dressed in a blue and white robe sat cross-legged on a futon, watching the clouds rise and fog condense, his voice gentle and leisurely.
