He was once a monk who had attained enlightenment.
He was a bloodthirsty demon.
He cast aside his Buddhist practice and slept for nine hundred years, all for the sake of ???
In this life, he can finally see him again.
Zifei, it's been nine hundred years. I won't foolishly think you remember me, the young monk you once bewitched. This time, I just want to look at you... just see you. I know I let down my master's painstaking efforts and the Buddha's kindness, all to satisfy my own selfish desire. If I can watch you for a hundred years or so, I won't be bored in the endless darkness afterward.
The seed buried for nearly a thousand years: can it bloom in this life...
