Lyrics of Ma Yinglun's sweeping monk

It's not like there's no family or sect. I live in the Sutra Pavilion on Shaoshi mountain

Never ask about worldly affairs. How much has the world been to me

Family and country hatred, life and death parting are like dreams

The ambition and pride of the world in the spring and Autumn period are in mind

Thousands of Buddhist scriptures read all over the world

It's a blessing and a curse to sweep away the dust with my broom

The benefactor has never met before, so don't talk about it

Please don't disturb me. I'm sweeping the pavilion

I'm just a spectator in the world

There's no one around all day. There are three uninvited visitors

Jiumozhi is a faker from Tubo

Learn the 72 skills of Shaolin

Eager to get a place in the world

Unfortunately, their level is too low

Eager for success but not understanding the Heart Sutra

It's also because of too much ingenuity

The meridians are in disorder, but they are also calculating

The Wulin is in chaos and lives are ruined

I only hope the benefactor will be good

Stop being faker's hunter stand by

May the benefactor turn back to be good

What about the past

Can you be willing to be famous

Want to be free from the world

Why is the moth fighting fire

All things have cause and effect

A flash in the pan

Who is free from the grudges in the world

Life or death in the next round

Someone is a stone and should sit in a cold corner

Someone is gold, and it's supposed to keep flashing there

If you have too much obsession, you should convert to Buddhism

Benefactor Xiao's family is full of death

Almsgiver Murong revives Dayan for the country

Later generations admired him and became famous in the south, Murong in the South and Qiaofeng in the north

The poor monk has no name but a sweeping monk in Shaolin

Law name Jueyuan is old, but he only hopes that there will be less resentment and less hatred in the world

I don't want to fight with you heroes for the position of Wulin

But I can't help but live for good for evil

Buddhism is universal and all living beings are equal

You need to ask the world after all

Don't be near to hate when you are sad

Wang Baxiong's blood feud ends in dust

The appearance of the hermit is the same as that of the stranger

Throughout the rivers and lakes, people do not love their bodies to go to the plight of scholars

May the world's people reach the edge of the bitter sea and become benevolent

What about the past

Can you be willing to be famous

Want to be free from the world

Why is the moth fighting fire

All things have cause and effect

A flash in the pan

Who is free from the grudges in the world

Life or death in the next round

What about the past

Can you be willing to be famous

Want to be free from the world

Why is the moth fighting fire

All things have cause and effect

A flash in the pan

Who is free from the grudges in the world

The next round is in the air