"The poor monk is just a little monk who has nothing to do and loves to break the precepts when he has nothing to do. How can he be qualified to be a savior?"
"What does the matter in your world of cultivation have to do with the monk? I don't care!"
"Okay, Master, I know that monks are compassionate. In fact, how can I bear to see all the people grieving and corpses scattered everywhere? Xuankong just thinks that this method may not be feasible."
"Senior brothers have not practiced enough. My younger brother has not yet settled his fate and is still waiting for a double life. I was born without worries and have no involvement in the world of mortals. I will come and go in vain even if I think about it. Then I will become a saint for once."
"When he was shining brightly, all the people admired him; when he was weak and gasping, thousands of people trampled him. Hum, there is always no room for sand in the eyes of the world. Even if he has thousands of good things, if he is even a little bad, he will become a sinner."
"But I remember that he came with a smile. In my world, the sun, moon and stars were there, and winter and summer came, autumn harvested and winter stored, but now he is gone."
"I remember the light that no one remembers, and I guard the path that no one takes."
"I just have to wait for him to come back."