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The song is "Jeet Kune Do".

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ti: Jeet Kune Do].

AR: Jay Chou].

Deep in the forest, there is a ruined temple.

The pilgrim focuses on a monk who is alone and lonely.

Isolated and unpatronized.

Wearing a patched monk's robe, the cold wind.

Blow through the rags on your body.

The skinny skin of the housekeeper dog is covered with bones.

Three meals a day are mainly grassed.

The gods in the temple are still broken.

Pose and stare at the eyeballs.

Lian cloth in front of the cage.

A black spider with a big head.

Monk though no one supervises.

Recite the sutras and chant the Buddha in the same way.

Eat food by yourself and hoe.

When they saw prey that could be used as meat vegetables, they did not dare to catch it.

Waking up early and going to bed late can seem hectic.

Conscientious and never knew the hardship.

Occasionally, I came here to stop here in a hurry.

Qi Fan waited and pointed to the way down the mountain.

If it was a young female benefactor who burned incense.

There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south.

The monk recites Amitabha.

Year after year, the monk has changed into a remnant of the wind candle.

There is a Buddha in the heart. To do good is to help the young and the cowardly.

How can you turn a blind eye?

Wealth of the powerful. It's something outside of the body.

The road to learning and strengthening one's body through the study of martial arts.

There is a Buddha in the heart. To do good is to be lonely and lonely in the mantle.

Meditation and cultivation are refined.

The tea is light and coarse, and the intestines are dirty.

Attaining Buddhahood in the next life without tireless hard work.

Hu Yanbin - monk.

A ruined temple deep in the jungle is not noticed by pilgrims.

A monk is lonely, isolated from the world and no one visits.

Wearing a patched monk's robe, the cold wind blew through the rags on his body.

The skinny skin and bones of the housekeeping dog eat grass for three meals a day.

The gods in the temple are broken and mottled, still posing, staring at the curtain in front of the shrine, and there are huge black spiders.

Although the monk has no one to supervise, he still recites the sutras and praises the Buddha.

Eat food all by yourself ploughing and hoeing When I saw the prey that could be used as meat vegetables, I didn't dare to catch it, I got up early and went to bed late, I looked very busy, I never knew the hard work, and occasionally came to the rest of the road, and I waited for the meal and pointed out the way down the mountain, if it was a young female benefactor who burned incense, the monk was frightened, and the monk recites Amitabha Buddha year after year, and the monk has become a dead man.

Year after year, the monk becomes a dying man.

There is a Buddha in the heart, and doing good deeds is just a mantle.

How can we turn a blind eye to helping the young.

Wealth is something outside of the body.

Xi Wen and martial arts, the road to knowledge and strengthening.

There is a Buddha in the heart, and doing good deeds is just a mantle.

Lonely and lonely, meditate and cultivate to be refined.

The tea is light and coarse, and the intestines are dirty.

Work tirelessly to become a Buddha in the next life.

A ruined temple deep in the jungle is not noticed by pilgrims.

A monk is lonely, isolated from the world and no one visits.

Wearing a patched monk's robe, the cold wind blew through the rags on his body.

The skinny skin and bones of the housekeeping dog eat grass for three meals a day.

The gods in the temple are broken and mottled, still posing, staring at the curtain in front of the shrine, and there are huge black spiders.

Although the monk has no one to supervise, he still recites the sutras and praises the Buddha.

Eat food all by yourself ploughing and hoeing When I saw the prey that could be used as meat vegetables, I didn't dare to catch it, I got up early and went to bed late, I looked very busy, I never knew the hard work, and occasionally came to the rest of the road, and I waited for the meal and pointed out the way down the mountain, if it was a young female benefactor who burned incense, the monk was frightened, and the monk recites Amitabha Buddha year after year, and the monk has become a dead man.

Year after year, the monk becomes a dying man.

There is a Buddha in the heart, and doing good deeds is just a mantle.

How can we turn a blind eye to helping the young.

Wealth is something outside of the body.

Xi Wen and martial arts, the road to knowledge and strengthening.

There is a Buddha in the heart, and doing good deeds is just a mantle.

Lonely and lonely, meditate and cultivate to be refined.

The tea is light and coarse, and the intestines are dirty.

Work tirelessly to become a Buddha in the next life.

Amitabha. Amitabha.

ps: This song is by Hu Yanbin.

Jeet Kune Do. Song: Jeet Kune Do.

Singer: Jay Chou.

ti: Jeet Kune Do].

AR: Jay Chou].

Deep in the forest, there is a ruined temple.

The pilgrim focuses on a monk who is alone and lonely.

Isolated and unpatronized.

Wearing a patched monk's robe, the cold wind.

Blow through the rags on your body.

The skinny skin of the housekeeper dog is covered with bones.

Three meals a day are mainly grassed.

The gods in the temple are still broken.

Pose and stare at the eyeballs.

Lian cloth in front of the cage.

A black spider with a big head.

Monk though no one supervises.

Recite the sutras and chant the Buddha in the same way.

Eat food by yourself and hoe.

When they saw prey that could be used as meat vegetables, they did not dare to catch it.

Waking up early and going to bed late can seem hectic.

Conscientious and never knew the hardship.

Occasionally, I came here to stop here in a hurry.

Qi Fan waited and pointed to the way down the mountain.

If it was a young female benefactor who burned incense.

There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south.

The monk recites Amitabha.

Year after year, the monk has changed into a remnant of the wind candle.

There is a Buddha in the heart. To do good is to help the young and the cowardly.

How can you turn a blind eye?

Wealth of the powerful. It's something outside of the body.

The road to learning and strengthening one's body through the study of martial arts.

There is a Buddha in the heart. To do good is to be lonely and lonely in the mantle.

Meditation and cultivation are refined.

The tea is light and coarse, and the intestines are dirty.

Attaining Buddhahood in the next life without tireless hard work.

Khan is Hu Yanbin's "Monk".