One thousand, two hundred and seventy-five stone steps. He knelt down for two days and one night, kneeling and kowtowing at each step. Eventually, the entire stone steps of Qingshan Temple were stained with dark red blood stains. It happened that it hadn't rained for half a month, and when it rained again, it couldn't be washed away.
There was blood on his forehead, and he wiped it with the sleeve of his Taoist uniform nonchalantly, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes: "Uncle Master, I want to return to the secular world."
"Autumn trip, why."
"The person I love is in the dust."
"The mortal world is so vast that there is no way you can ever go back."
"This will never come back."
"I'm talking about your heart."
He was stunned for a moment and just smiled lightly: "This is gone forever."