Sun Ye: Master, we are not strong enough. You can see that I can't suppress the hatred in my heart after seeing the people in the temple.
Tang San's Burial: Everything has a cause and effect, and there are causes in the temple. How can you suppress your thoughts before you resolve the consequences?
Sun Ye knelt down: Master, I can't hurt you. Now I have the confidence to start over. I will repay my master's kindness after I leave the temple.
Tang San's burial: Amitabha, whatever, he is a disciple.
Tang San's funeral took out a golden hoop.
This thing is what the old Buddha asked the poor monks to recover the strong ones on the way, so that they can be used by Buddhism.
But it has an effect, it can suppress the obsession in the heart. Even if the enemy of the past is in front of you, no evil thoughts will arise. You can wear this thing until you have the ability to break through the suppression of this thing, so that you will think of the future when facing the enemy of the past.
Sun Ye took the golden hoop.
Tang San's Burial: However, Buddhism prohibits matters between men and women. When you wear this thing, you must not miss your past lover, otherwise you will have a splitting headache and unbearable pain.
Sun Ye: When I lost her, my world fell into darkness. The only thing that kept me alive was to destroy the temple.
Slowly buckling the golden hoop onto his head with both hands, Sun Ye made the first oath in his life:
In this life, I, the old grandson, will never break Ling Xiao and have no regrets!
