Ximen Qing's own story, from a rich boy to a monk who saw through the world of mortals, may seem absurd to you, but who among all living beings throughout the ages can escape their fate. We are all alone, always have been, with no one to understand and no one to care. As I get older, I feel more and more at a loss. I never thought about life before and I don't know what I want to do. Now I still don't know what to do when I think about life. Isn't this the tragedy of life? Just like Tolstoy said in "Resurrection": We have lost the beliefs we insist on and live in the theory of this world.