She is the rosary in the hands of the Buddha. Listening to the boring Buddha's chants contaminates the aura around her body, and she is bored every day. Until I met him and knelt in front of the Buddha, countless graces were hidden between my brows. The sound of Buddha fell silent in her ears, and her heart trembled with excitement. She suddenly wanted to escape, escape from the dead silence day after day, and go to him...
"Did the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng sacrifice himself to help the common people, or did I, the Buddha, be compassionate and save all sentient beings from the suffering of love and separation with a single Buddha's love?"
"I am a living Buddha, so I am not worthy of love?"
"No, in this life, I, Tsangyang Gyatso, would rather fail Tathagata than let you down!"