Feng Chen: Donor, put down your butcher knife, and everyone can enter my Buddhist door.
Jiuxiao: The Buddha is not me. How could he know that I was injured? He didn't save me, so why should he come to save me?
Fengchen: How about I help you out of the sea of suffering?
Jiuxiao: Haha, okay, monk. I must see how you deliver me.
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Fengchen: Buddha, please forgive me, disciple.
Jiuxiao: Tingyu, listen to me. Buddha will not blame you. You are redeeming me. I am the one who deserves death. Please don't leave. The person who can save me is not a god or a Buddha. It is just you, Feng Tingyu. Without you, what will happen to all the people in this world?