The first time they met, she was implicated and died, and he came to save her, and then they said goodbye; the second time they met, she died again, and he happened to be passing by to save her again, and then they said goodbye; the third time they met, she died again, and he asked: Why do you always have to die in front of me? She: ... He: Come on, send Buddha to the West, and I will protect you from now on.