I was born from the Buddha's bones in heaven and earth, and the Tathagata personally brought them to the spiritual mountain, but I met the girl collecting medicine in the world of mortals.
She stuffed the last ten thousand-year elixir into my mouth, but she was killed by thunder and turned into ashes.
Returning to Lingshan Mountain, I knelt down to ask the Tathagata to affix my Buddha seal, seal my Dharma body, and allow me to follow her into reincarnation.
In the second life, she was the princess, and I was the little novice monk in a ruined temple. On the day when the prince was forcibly married, before the blood of the Golden Palace was dry, I used Shura means to wipe out the royal family, and carried her remaining soul to crush the underworld barrier.
Thunder flashed outside the ninth heaven, and the black shadow of Tathagata's incarnation shattered my three-generation Buddha's heart with one palm: "Reincarnation is the sea of suffering, and the spiritual mountain is the shore."
When the third generation opened her eyes, she was squatting beside the bed, carefully wiping the blood on my face: "Little monk, you fell badly."
Later, in order to retrieve my memory, she was beaten out of her wits by Tathagata's palm. Only the broken bell was hot in my palm: "This time, it's me who will avenge you."
On the top of the Lingshan Mountain, the golden Buddha's blood stained the three thousand worlds. I pointed out to the master I once respected the most: "Since your Lingshan Mountain cannot cross her, then I will save you - Nirvana."
