In the ancient temple of Qinglin, there was a mountain monk. The relics of the Buddha descended to earth. He had the body of a golden immortal. He had the power to reach the heavens. He could live the dead and turn flesh and bones into white bones. He saved two sons in one day. The two sons were separated. Kundao Mountain declined. One of the two sons left fifteen (Wen Yuan) in the temple. He never saw his childhood playmate again. After many years, we met again and our feelings were still warm. The hundred-year agreement between you and me will be concluded today.
Intention: Even if there are countless difficulties in the world, we are still alive. Even if we are as small as dust, we are still strong and unyielding.