He was once the most dazzling sun in the Immortal Sect, and she was his bright moon. At the Taoist couple's ceremony, he thought he had reached the pinnacle of happiness, but she inserted a jade hairpin of death into his Dantian and said with a smile: "Senior brother, you are the most beautiful sacrifice on my journey to forget love."
A hundred years later, she became a saint and ruled the fairyland, but she stopped in shock in front of a dilapidated ancient temple. The man she destroyed with her own hands was wearing a cassock and had a quiet look on his face. He put his hands together and said softly to her: "Amitabha, female donor, you have disturbed the purity of Buddhism."
She laughed at him for lingering on, but he just closed his eyes and recited the Buddha's name. It wasn't until the day when the world collapsed and she fell into his arms covered in blood that she saw the compassionate holy monk's eyes turn red for the first time.
"A poor monk can save everyone in the world, why... But he can't save you?"
