While the Noble doctor had approached with the Tenno master repair something on the other side of the River, where they practiced during the night, came the master Sweeper of Esmeraldas to bring some mushrooms to the master. Sergei attended with care and accommodated while preparing tea. The teacher was ending of transcribing the teachings every day explaining to Ting Chang. Don’t bother, young Sergei! I would not like to annoy the teacher but I know that this type of mushrooms loves. I just say that I pray you to wait you, because you would not want to leave without concluding a chapter. But it already comes to tea with you, Venerable Mr. Do not call me as well, I am not more than the Sweeper of the monks.
If discover me, good-bye calmness. If there is not much the rudeness I would like to ask you why you called our master the Sweeper of Esmeraldas. Jokes are theirs that do not have greater importance, he replied smiling-. At that time, was the teacher who greeted with great respect and He contented himself to his guest and both sit down to savor the rich spicy tea. Sergei, is not a joke. I’m going to tell the story.
I have already many years, our guest was in the Red Army of Mao’s martial arts instructor. Until one day saw the universe in a drop of water that landed on the edge of his sword. He retired to the Temple of Saolin and sought to complete his awakening sharing mastering their techniques with the monks. But one day left to sweep into the entrance of the temple and with the broom away a green stone of immense beauty. The prior of the monastery rebuked him saying but do not you realize that this is a precious stone of immense value? Sweeper raised shoulders, answered nothing and continued sweeping.