I didn't want to be stained with the world of mortals, but I was already in the world of mortals. I was supposed to be indifferent to worldly affairs, but I was born in a troubled place. Meeting him was fate, and being for him was deep love. When a Buddha meets a demon, it is a fate, or a confusion that cannot be broken through.
Whether a devil can become a Buddha or not is just a matter of choice. The devil's heart, which should be cold, becomes passionate because of him. When a devil encounters a Buddha, even if he has deep feelings, he can only swing his sword and sigh.
What is love? It makes people stick together to the death. The world, the throne, the position, right and wrong, can all become clouds and dust. Now that we know each other, since we love each other, it will be vigorous and earth-shaking.