I loved a monk.
I dragged him into the world of mortals and lured him into the world of mortals. The struggle and emotion in his eyes are my best trophies.
He was moved by me, broke his precepts, was willing to give up his practice, and dared to go against destiny.
Until that day, the Nine Heavens Brahma Sound and the Golden Lotus emerged.
He lowered his eyes and looked at me among all the living beings who were paying homage. His eyes were neither sad nor happy.
Intention: Great love is invisible, small love is a disaster