Master Mingyou of Ciyin Temple is a gentle young monk who loves to laugh.
He always sweeps the tower at dusk, his back is clear.
No one knew that he was holding half a jade pendant close to his body, which was torn from a child eight years ago in the flames of Yunzhou City.
Nineteen-year-old Yunyou traveled all over the mountains and rivers, collecting all kinds of strange things.
Half of a jade pendant hung around her neck. She often woke up at night, dreaming of endless fires.
In the spring of this year, she settled in Kyoto and stayed at Ciyin Temple.
"Little Master, have you ever heard of Yunzhou?"
She asked casually while taking shelter from the rain on the porch.
Mingyou paused and said, "No."
The days pass by.
She helped him dry the scriptures, and he taught her how to identify the stars.
It wasn't until she pulled out the half of the jade pendant that the beads in his hand suddenly broke.
She stared at him, her voice trembling: "What is this?"
He lowered his eyes and spoke after a long time: "Where did your jade pendant... Come from?"
"My mother gave it to me." She took a step forward, "Where did your jade pendant come from?"
The cries of Yunzhou City penetrated eight years and drowned him again.
What should he say?
That he picked this up from a dying child on the day he massacred the city?
He said that for the past eight years, he has lit lamps every night for the souls of the dead who can no longer see the light?
Finally, he said: "I am Pei Zhan, and I led the troops to massacre Yunzhou City."
…
When the truth was all torn apart, and when all the mistakes of three lives came to his eyes, he took off his monk's robe and chose to return to the secular world.
And she was holding that last letter, standing at the ferry that he could no longer see.
There was only one sentence in the letter.
"Go forward, don't look back this time."
Purpose: Human choice defines human dignity
