Near the Inner City, a group of middle-aged men dressed as monks slowly approached a small courtyard and stopped their steps.
"Miao Neng, is this the house you've chosen? It doesn't seem very serene!"
A Zen Master placed his Zen Stick on the ground with a "clang!" and looked at the monk at the side with a touch of confusion.
"We're only here to fulfill Buddha's mission and won't be staying long!"
Before Miao Neng Zen Master could speak, a tall old man in the middle, with one hand raised and an expression neither sorrowful nor joyful, said: "Besides, serenity is a matter of the heart. An unsettled heart will be troubled deep in the mountains; a calm heart will remain poised even in a bustling market. Living here is also a test and cultivation for you all..."
"Master is right! I was clinging to appearances!" The Zen Master holding the Zen Stick promptly bowed in respect.
