"The armored general crosses the pass at night, court ministers wait for the fifth hour in the cold. Monks at the mountain temple don't rise though the sun is high, it seems fame and fortune are less than idleness."
This poem is both right and wrong.
The world only sees the splendor enjoyed by kings and generals, but those who pursue fame and fortune never have peace, and there are few who can sleep soundly.
Yet practitioners of the Dao also do not have it easy.
Just like the Taoists on this mountain, with daily morning and evening lessons, meditation and martial training, studying Taoist classics, daily chores, and performing various rituals...
Truly idle like clouds and cranes, however, are few and far between.
Swish, swish, swish!
The sound of a Daoist sweeping the snow echoed outside the courtyard.
In this situation, how could Li Yan fall asleep? He got up at once and, along with Wang Daoxuan who was just leaving, went to the dining hall to have some breakfast.
