AD 1212 ? Between the mountains of the North-East of India and china, The Master, Sung Zui lived. He used to wander everywhere finding a disciple; rarely the enlightened masters did so at the time. He had been wandered, only walked through his bare feet, to seek the right disciple. He walked thousands of miles and places in search of the disciple. But for the many Who came to learn from him were run off in the night because the master, Sung used to say "Just sit beside me and listen" with a stick in his hand. If he found his disciples were to run away, or trying to meditate, he would beat them by his stick saying "Can't you wait for the one you are seeking since centuries?"

After thirty years of walking, Sung disappeared suddenly; he was ninety years old at the time. As the each realized being unique, He was unique in his way, and less loved by the people. Whenever he used to go in villages, people would change their way. He had been least invited among the masters. Because He never answered the question, he used to say "Never listen me because it agrees with your intellect, know the death takes away your intellect too."