When we first met, you were kneeling in front of Buddha in ragged clothes, begging for a way to split the mountain to save your mother. I couldn't bear it, so I raised the lotus leaves to protect you.
Later, you knelt down in front of the Buddha majesticly and wanted to take me away. I put away the wooden bowl with great joy and took you away.
Today, you kneel in front of Buddha out of your mind and ask me how to gather my soul. Yang Jian, do you think that all the things you have done to me will go away like this?