A monk was traveling far away, passing by a country, and was about to find a shade to rest. It was summer, the sun was scorching and the heat was unbearable, just like in a stove. He finally found a tree and was about to rest under the shade. Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by

A monk traveled far away, passing by a country, was about to find a shade to rest. It was summer, the sun was scorching and the heat was unbearable, just like in a stove. He finally found a tree and was about to rest under the shade.

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a scene. He saw a practitioner squatting on an open space not far ahead. The scorching sun was in the sky, and it was unbearable. His whole body was messy with the sun, his hair was dry and yellow, and his lips were cracked.

The monk felt very strange and asked the person resting in the shade: "Who is that practitioner?" One person told him that it was "Brown Roasted". Because he wears this worn out dress all year round, people call him that.

Monk saw this scene and walked up to ask, "Why don't you find a cool place to escape the heat in such a hot day, but you are still exposed to the sun?"

The practitioner reached out and wiped his face with sweat, and replied, "I heard that basking in the sun helps practice, so I never stop in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Today, the weather is very hot and the sun is abundant, so I have to squat in the sun to achieve the right result as soon as possible."

Monk couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "You don't spread the things you should be exposed, but instead spread the things you shouldn't. Isn't it that you just understand the meaning of practicing asceticism so one-sidedly? "

is the practitioner who is gritting his teeth and enduring extreme pain. When he heard the monk's tone of disapproval, he immediately became angry and stared at the monk and said fiercely: "Don't delay my big affairs, please go away."

monk said slowly: "I can walk away, but I'm afraid you still won't be able to achieve the right result."

At this time, the practitioner asked in a whisper tone: "So what is the real thing to practice?"

monk replied: " The real thing to practice is your heart full of resentment . This is like a cow pulling a cart. The car can't walk, you should beat the cow with a whip. A human body is like a cart, and his heart is like a cow, so you should practice your heart!"

then the practitioner suddenly realized and knelt down to the monk in shame, thanking him for his guidance.