"Halo, there are many flower monks!" Yang Ming smiled and said, "Have you ever heard the story of the old monk beating drums?"

"No, you tell me..."

"OK..." Yang Ming said, "There used to be a mountain, a temple on the mountain, and there were a group of monks in the temple. In order to check the degree of monks'precepts for color, the abbot found a beautiful woman to strip dancing in the Qinglou to see if the monks had color ideas, and the monks could not wear clothes. Everyone put a drum in front of them. As long as the drum sounded in front of them, it showed that...