A Detailed Account of Mortal Dust

A teahouse by the roadside, silhouettes drifting in and out.

From the street come two or three cries of hawking.

In front of the crowd, a folding fan is waved and a storyteller's clapper strikes the table.

Ladies and gentlemen, please listen closely as the tale unfolds.

With a fan opening wide, all emotions in the Dao are fused together.

The wonders of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits and Seventy-Two Earthly Demons reveal their mysterious transformations.

With a strike of the clapper, waves surge up in layers.

All sentient beings are rolling through the red dust of the mortal world.