Even though his ascetic life was simple, over the years he had accumulated quite a bit of stuff. Everyday necessities were one thing, but the small items needed for his practice, he couldn't take with him. He also left behind some notes on his practices.,Thus, each of them felt resentment in their hearts, so he left the mountains, and no one came to help him tidy his room, nor did anyone come.,Once, when Zhao Fuyun read biographies or historical records, he often lamented that murderous intent often lurked in moments of self-indulgence and enjoyment, more so after drinking parties.。