It snowed in Jialan Temple for three consecutive days.
Xuanchen, the son of Buddha, knelt in front of the lotus platform. The beads he was twisting suddenly broke, and the sandalwood beads rolled down the blue bricks, like the sound of iron chains dragging the floor at the bottom of the Demon Suppressing Tower - a sound he had heard for ten years.
His mind should be as still as water, but due to the effects of retreating three months ago, his mind could not be calm.
Instead of chanting sutras and the sound of bells, I heard the murmurs of the girl A Ruan at the bottom of the Demon Suppressing Tower: I disliked the sour steamed buns, I was watching him meditating, and I was wondering whether he would be beaten to death if he touched his bald head...
Xuan Chen knew that she was a girl who was regarded as a "demon star" and was predicted to die at the age of eighteen.
But what he heard was a soul that felt aggrieved by hunger and jumped for joy at the sight of flying birds.
When the snow particles hit the window lattice, he heard in his mind that Ah Ruan screamed in pain for the chain to be tightened. Xuan Chen suddenly stood up, looking at the golden statue in the Buddhist niche, his Adam's apple rolling.
The Buddha said that all living beings are equal, but when the destinies of "all living beings" and "one person" overlap in his ears, he is confused whether to live as a common man or as a "devil" crying out for hunger in the darkness. There was a whimper coming from the direction of the Demon Suppression Tower, and he finally took a step forward, crushing the snow and twenty years of rules and regulations.
