Master Huayao Ying said to an assembly, Seventeen, eighteen—say it and you’re blind. Nineteen, twenty—people won’t believe. I’d wait ‘till a dead tree blooms and a cracker produces soup.
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ewk note: Well, twenty-one, twenty-two. You heard it here first.
Submitted November 21, 2018 at 09:32AM by ewk https://ift.tt/2OVA5aa
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