That year, he had a heart-to-heart talk with a monk over the moon, and he asked the other person: It is difficult to distinguish between the turbid and the pure in the world, and all living beings are like flowing into the undercurrent, never seeing the light of day. How should you and I get along in this?
The monk replied: When I see the light, I would like to be the flame in the lamp, illuminating the world forever.
Now, the hatred that started that year and lasted for five years has come to an end. When he looked around, he could no longer distinguish the sky and the sun, and he could hear the monks saying...
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