Zhiwei has lived in Qingxu Temple since he was a child. He wears a plain robe and wraps up all the worldly connections. Between his eyebrows and eyes is the tranquility and transparency that has been guarding the three pure things all year round.
She has seen through the delusions of the mortal world, and only has the heart of Tao as her home. When she twists the sutras with her fingertips and chants sutras, even the incense seems to be trying to take away some of the smoke and smoke for her.
Xie Heng stayed at a Taoist temple on her way back from putting down the rebellion, and his eyes fell on her through the lingering smoke.
He brazenly trampled the gate of the Taoist temple, ignored the life of the temple owner, and took more than a hundred Taoists as hostages. He personally tore off the Taoist rope that bound Zhiwei's hair and dragged her from the Sanqing God's throne into the Nuan Pavilion of the Hou Mansion.
The wooden fish she used to chant sutras was smashed, the Taoist sutras were burned, and even the last inch of the world was crushed by him.
"Zhiwei, since you know the world and understand cause and effect, you should understand."
Purpose: live a good life