一位和尚远行化缘路过一个国家。当时正值夏季,烈日当空,酷暑难耐,人就像在火炉中一样。他准备找一个阴凉处休息一下。忽然,他的目光被不远处的一幅奇怪景象吸引住了。只见一块空地上,放着五盆熊熊燃烧的炭火,五盆炭火中央蹲着一位婆罗门。他前胸后背淌满了汗水,头发被火烤得就像冬天的草一样又枯又黄,嘴唇也裂开了口,一幅狼狈不堪的模样。和尚见此情景,走上前问道: A monk travels through a country on a distant path. At that time in summer, the sun was empty, unforgettable summer, people like in the same stove. He was ready to find a shade to take a break. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a strange sight not far away. I saw a piece of open space, stood five pots of burning charcoal, five pots of fire central squatting a Brahman. His back chest full of sweat dripping, his hair was roasted like a winter grass and yellow and dry, his lips cracked, a find any appearance. Monk see this scene, went up and asked: