Childhood sweethearts, lovers and concubines, they were born to be enemies. However, they are separated by the complicated world, and they pursue hard to join hands again. How could this passionate lover accidentally enter the Buddhist world in the mountains and want to end his worries alive? The huge holy land of the Buddhist temple is no match for a grain of cinnabar between your eyebrows. But how can it be easy for me to forget about the holy life and abandon all sentient beings, and just want to wander around the world with you? The grain of cinnabar between your eyebrows is the "inner demon" that cannot be erased in my holy life. And Buddhism is the "God's will" that can never be crossed between you and me. Afraid of missing the city, afraid of missing the practice...