He was originally the purest handful of snow in front of the Buddha, but he became the mortal calamity that the three of them tried to hide privately.
Xuan Che, the holy son of Lingyin Temple, grew up in front of the Buddha for seventeen years, and his body was pure and untainted. The Dharma is clear, but one does not know the dangers of the human heart; one is compassionate, but it is difficult to discern the traps of gentleness. After being ordered by his master to enter the world and experience it, he thought that everything he saw was that all living beings were equal, and whatever he encountered would eventually pass away.
——Until he stepped into three carefully woven "fate" at the same time.
When we first met him in the deep forest, he was an abandoned "weak" young master. He was leaning on the lap of the Holy Son and coughing lightly, with tears in his eyes, arousing pity. He turns around but uses ruthless means to crush those who bully him into dust. "Xuan Che, only the scent of medicine around you... Can make me sleep peacefully." He smiled, hiding the blood stains on his fingertips.
During the court discussions, he repeatedly promised him the position of national master in exchange for his long-term stay at his side. After being rejected, the portrait under the brush became more and more crazy. "You save all sentient beings, why don't you save me?" Under the mask of tenderness, there is a cage that wants to imprison him forever.
When we met in the rivers and lakes, he was a knight as sassy as the wind. I admired his strength and followed him wholeheartedly from then on. "Little Master, you save the world, and I will protect you. It is only natural!"
Xuan Che upholds the Buddha's heart, saves the people who need to be saved, and resolves the disasters that need to be resolved. Little did he know that every time he stretched out his hand, the net in the darkness tightened. When innocence faces calculation, when compassion faces possession... In this transformation in the name of "love", who can save whom?
——When he discovered that all coincidences were premeditated, and all good intentions were full of scheming... For whom would his heart toward the Buddha move a single mundane thought?
Determination: The world of mortals will cross me, and delusional thoughts will cross him