Zixiu was tending his garden in the early morning sunlight when the little monk who had gone to open the mountain gate early ran over in a flurry to tell him something.
Outside the mountain gate, goodness knows when, a ragged and filthy little beggar had appeared. First thing in the morning, he was lingering stubbornly at the entrance and refusing to leave, insisting loudly on seeing the Abbot.
Having heard the little monk out, Zixiu could not help stopping his hoe and standing there in deep thought.
Chapter 429