In a deep vast forest covered by a canopy of green trees lies a body in lotus position. A monk called Dao Ma in saffron robes, is in a state of samadhi, nobody can tell whether he is breathing or not.

  Suddenly he opened his eyes “ Through analyzing and recollecting all information in my memories it seems there are 2 sets of memories in my brain, one of philosophy professor and another of warrior monk. Who am I?”

  He seems serene yet in a conflicting state of mind. After some time, organizing all his memories he thought “It seems this body is not attached with karma of the material world, so it doesn't matter who I was or who I am?, what matters is what I will do and how I will live in this fantasy world filled with blood and violence. But first I have to survive this forest and go to the plains.”

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  So he stood from his position, rubbing off dirt from his clothes. He took his bowl, wooden staff and started walking on his journey, unknown to danger that he will face and responsibilities he will bear, he just walked his way while chanting “ Om mani padme hum”.