When I, Old Sun Dou Tathagata, came, I laughed at him for being so serious and knocked the sun and moon lamp in front of his seat on the ground, splitting the wick into two. Later, when I was trapped at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, I often thought about the wick. Maybe its hard-earned immortality by eating Buddha's incense all year round was shattered, right? But my old grandson is too aggrieved. As long as he can get out, he will make a big fuss again. He can't let them trap my old grandson's freedom anymore.
I am a wick in the sun and moon lamp under the Buddha's seat. I seemed to have been seriously injured. Later, when the Buddha connected me again, I could only hear him chanting "Naughty fate, evil fate!" But I only have one memory, a back figure. He was wearing golden armor and holy clothes, and his feet were on seven-color clouds. Maybe that's my hero.