In the distance, the junction of heaven and earth was raining and windy. A lonely figure slowly appeared in the rolling and roar of raging waves. Only when it was close did it clearly see that a little monk who was ascetic and tempered was traveling here.The sudden rain whipped the ground, the water splashed, dipping his ragged gray monk's robe. His tender face was covered with fatigue and dust. He was chanting ancient scriptures while carrying an umbrella on his way.