"The poor monk loves these living beings, so the poor monk naturally loves you."
"No, I don't want you to love all living beings. Everyone is loved by others. You can only love me."
"Amitabha, attachment is suffering. Donor, please let it go! Everything in the world is transformed into an image."
"Even if persistence is bitter and I fall into hell, I will not let go. One day you will love me and only me."
"Everyone is born, and the Buddha said: Lovers are equal, and everything in the world is lovely even to poor monks."
"Do you love these sentient beings? Haha, you don't love them at all. You have no intention, no Buddha, no faith. Your love for these sentient beings is just an excuse."
The young monk paused for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes, picked up Buddhist beads, and chanted without saying a word.
"In the end, you are only mine, now and forever."
The man in blood-red clothes said coldly and firmly like an oath.
The murderous aura filled the air all over his body, and his eyes were filled with deep emotion. Zhimu, in the end you will only belong to me, not to some bullshit Buddha. I swear this on my life.
The young monk attained Taoism, he was graceful and graceful, the breeze was bright and the moon was shining brightly, he was indifferent to the world, his eyes were empty but yet he was unfathomable.
Walking in the world, lotuses grow at every step. It is sung by the world.
When the slaying sect master meets the savior saint monk and falls in love with him, what kind of changes will happen in this world?
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