Outside the world of mortals, in the realm of the Three Pure Ones, Sanskrit music is singing. The Buddha Tathagata sitting on the throne has a peaceful expression, his eyebrows are lowered, and he quietly looks at the upright little monk kneeling on the auspicious clouds.
"Mika, you have thought clearly." Although the Tathagata's mouth has not yet moved, his voice has already preceded him, and the Buddha's verse suddenly rises, and the clear sound lingers.
The young man stared intently at a peach blossom in his hand, and said firmly: "After all, I owe her. I promise her three lives. When she is done with the world, she will devote herself to me as a Buddha."
Tathagata smiled compassionately and said, "So, Mika, are you willing to take a gamble?"
"What's the stake?"
"A Buddha's heart."
A strong wind blew up, and peach blossoms rained everywhere.
On the stage of reincarnation, Mika tightly grasped the peach blossom in his hand. As his body fell, he seemed to see the beautiful girl lying on the peach blossom branch, smiling and waving to him, "Little monk, you are so beautiful."
Old friends still remember the past, but the past has turned into smoke.