If I were not Lin Chen, not Xie Zhixian, not a Buddha, not a sinner, but anyone else in this world...
I didn't know that under the world of love, there would be a sea of hatred; I didn't know that even those who punish people would be emotional; I didn't know that the Wuxin Ancient Sword also needs to be broken by love. After the Dharma, there seems to be a ghost at work, making people feel uneasy.
An encounter is a confrontation between black and white on the chessboard above the nine heavens. The obsessions of immortals and demons set off a mad wave of inner demons. Just like that day, when the incense did not burn and the Sanskrit sounds stopped, the man stood in the depths of the sky, his eyebrows raised high, the green blade pierced his eyebrow bone, the flowing clouds were all covered with bright red, but he heard the sound and laughed wildly, and the rosary beads were broken.
A dream that lasts for thousands of years. That night, the cold moon was tilted, and the silver light burst out. The rain hit the deep forest, and the leaves rustled. In the tiny spots of light, a slender figure was hidden under the vigorous old tree, with his hands folded around his chest, and his fingertips turned white. An ancient sword with dark light lay quietly in his arms.
"Don't be afraid, no one knows we are here."
This may be his promise. The night was like a ghost crying, and when he was at his most vulnerable, he was surrounded by a dark moon and high winds, green smoke and cold trees, and a vast building about to collapse.
Also, there are his arms, tight, cold but firm arms.
The past is over.
Dong Lingyan said: "Lin Chen, do you regret it?"
Xie Zhixian said: "Lin Chen, I never think that I am guilty."