"Your knife has been cut off by me with seventy-two iron nails. How can you kill me?"
"The sword is dead, but the heart is alive."
I raised my hand, turned around, and walked toward the sunset step by step. The figure behind me gradually fell down, raising a cloud of dust.
"They have done so many evil things, why does Buddha still allow them to be in this world?"
The little novice monk was holding the broom in his hand, maybe muttering to himself, maybe asking the old monk.
"The affairs of the Jianghu are known to the Jianghu. The Buddha has no control over them." The old monk looked at the little novice monk, his eyes unfocused and extending into the distance.
"Look, it's starting to rain red. The world may be turned upside down."
"So what, just a broken sword and I'll be free."
"Is Zhu Bajie your long-lost brother?"
"Has anyone ever said you are related to a Russian matryoshka doll?"
He got up, staggered and said to me, "Very good, Russian matryoshka doll, I want to prostitute you." So he became my benefactor.
"Why don't humans have two stomachs like cows, so that when they are hungry, they can spit out their food and eat it again?"
"As long as you have the weight of an ox..."
"What's the best way to cover up the biggest stain in life?"
"Find a bigger stain..."