The master said that since there are relics in the body, one cannot be angry or kill anyone.
I endured it for twenty years.
Until the bell rang eighteen, the master died in the Zen room, and the man in black pierced my shoulder with a sword.
Relic woke up.
Buddha in the left eye, devil in the right eye.
After going down the mountain to seek revenge, I found out that my master was the "Buddha Slaughter" twenty years ago. He personally committed the extermination of Dajue Temple, and the relics in my body were cursed for hundreds of years.
The world is dangerous and there are disputes among sects.
If the Buddha cannot cross me, I will cross it myself.
If Buddha doesn't kill people, I will.
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