Rebirth, three burials.
The poor monk came from the Tang Dynasty in the east and went to Leiyin in the west.
In this life, I will not wear cassock.
Just wear this thing called "cassock" - a thug in a suit.
I don't talk about convincing people with reason.
I only believe in convincing people with force and stopping killing with killing.
The poor monk has only one mantra:
"The poor monk always likes to talk sense. If you don't listen, then the poor monk will help you... To remember it."
The brocade cassock he wears is woven with the first ray of red light from the horizon mixed with the karma fire of hell.
When there is no wind, it is like a burning battle flag!
The nine-ring tin staff in his palm, each ring had locked the throat of a demon king.
As he waved, there was a faint roar of wind and thunder, shattering the sky.
The most stunning thing is my eyes.
When you look down, you show compassion;
When it is opened, golden light flows!
That is a judgment sharper than any blade.
At that moment, I am telling you:
**The truth only exists within the fist of a poor monk. **
