[She is the most beautiful lunatic in Beijing, and he is the most ruthless butcher in the Buddhist temple]
On the dark third floor of the mental hospital, Ying Ruoruo waited for three years with a red silk suona in her arms. Her biological father Ying Jianguo used her as a "living medicine jar", her stepmother regarded her as a thorn in her side, and her fiancé wanted her to rot in the mud.
Until that day, Quan Jiuyan, the coldest Buddha in the capital, appeared at the gate of hell holding a black umbrella. He was twisting agarwood beads in his left hand and hiding a scalpel as thin as a cicada's wing in his right hand. Everyone knows that he is ascetic, compassionate and untainted. Only Ying Ruoruo had seen him crushing Buddhist beads while chanting sutras when he was ill in the middle of the night, his eyes full of murderous anger.
"Master Jiu, you look for the medicine, and I look for the knife. How about I give you my life, and you help me blow these hypocrites from Beijing into the ground one by one?" The first sound of the suona, the wedding banquet of a wealthy family turned into a funeral; the second sound of the suona, the biological father knelt down and begged for his life.
When everyone thought that Quan Jiuyan had taken in a madman, no one saw that in the ancient house called "Bu Ran", the cold Buddha was half-kneeling on the ground, wiping the blood on Ying Ruoruo's ankle with trembling fingertips, with crazy eyes: "Ruoruo, this medicine is too bitter... You have to accompany me and die together in the cause and effect."
If you are too tired to live sober, then come crazy with me. When the suona sounds, parents raise money in vain; when the prayer beads break, blood flows into a river.
