A name for my use. Leaving the pass this time, my trunk holds only an old bamboo flute, a set of old clothes, …
A name for my use. Leaving the pass this time, my trunk holds only an old bamboo flute, a set of old clothes, and a rough cloth bundle, all to be recorded in the Travel Permit. All else is worldly burden. After I leave, I hope the innkeeper burns everything in the room to ash, leaving not a scrap of paper. The identity used to pass the gate is