Twenty-five strings can still be played, and a song of moonlight returns to the soul.
He first became famous at a young age and worshiped the sword and entered Yunmen. During a cleanup in front of the Qizhu Gate, when the shadow of the sword passed between his eyebrows, he was surprised by the still spirit and purity of the woman in the endless hell. The bowl of tea made him want to swing the sword, but he was at a loss, and it was difficult to tell why he was swinging the sword and why he was killing. From then on, even though there were thousands of mountains in my eyes, I never forgot that bowl of tea with a faint aroma.
I can only lament that when I drink the tea of this life, I only remember the people of yesterday, and there are only lonely souls in this life. The young master once wandered around, but he came from another life.
I have never been able to give up the past, but I have never been able to give up you, no matter what name you are called.
If you can save one person by killing a thousand people, then the sin of killing a thousand people is not a sin. It is also redemption, and it is also a good fruit. It is just that my evil has achieved your good fruit today. For this evil act, I have already given up on the possibility of Buddhahood.
I just hope that the shadow of the sword will turn into a flower, and the beauty will come in the sky.