While Dr. Noble had come with Master Tenno to repair something on the other side of the river, where he practiced during the night, the Master Sweeper Esmeraldas to bring some mushrooms to the Master. Sergei treated him with care and he sat while preparing tea. The teacher had just finished transcribing the teaching that every day he explained to Ting Chang. – Year bother young Sergei! I would not bother the Master but I know you love this kind of mushrooms.
– I just say I pray that you wait, they do not want to leave without finishing a chapter. But it comes to tea with you, Venerable Sir. – Do not call me, I'm just the janitor of the monks. If I found out, goodbye peace and quiet. – If there is a lot of rudeness I would ask why you called our Master of the Sweeper Esmeraldas.
– His jokes are not are more important, – he answered, smiling -. At that time, was the Master who saluted with great respect and contented to their host and they sat down to enjoy the rich spiced tea. – Sergei, this is not a joke. I'm going to tell the story. I for many years, our host was martial arts instructor in the Red Army of Mao. Until one day he saw the universe in a drop of water landed on the edge of his sword. He retired to the temple of Saolin and sought to complete its wake the monks shared with the mastery of his techniques.