Old Abbot: Fa Hai, even if he is reincarnated, how do you know whether his marriage in this life will still be you or not...
The old abbot lowered his head and moved the beads. Behind him was a large, dark fog, which was gradually dying of life.
Fa Hai: Xu Xian, you met not only Bai Suzhen on the West Lake Bridge that day, but also me, Fa Hai...
The rain in the West Lake is still falling. The handsome scholar stands on the bridge and calls to the boatman. The woman on the boat raises the bead curtain, while the monk under the bridge quietly looks at the misty rain in the distance...