All the three thousand flowers of Zhuhua have been scattered, and once they find their beloved, they will return.
It is really a very old subject, the escape of a subjugated princess, but I earnestly hope to write something new, so I will fill it in slowly.
Let's play a conversation:
"What are you looking for, girl?"
"I want revenge."
He said: "Everything in the world, life yesterday and death today, are inevitable and cause and effect, so why bother with persistence?"
I laughed: "Sir, he is not a monk, but he talks a lot about Buddhism."
He said: "Buddhism can help all sentient beings, and people in the world can practice it."
I lamented: "But Buddha doesn't care about me."
He smiled and asked: "The most painful revenge in the world is to kill your father and take away your mother; the deepest hatred is to destroy the country and the family. Which kind of revenge does the girl want?"
"The country is destroyed and the family is destroyed. Kill the father and take the mother." I bite every word with blood, and I am determined.
"Okay, I'm willing to help the girl."
He smiled like a spring breeze and reached out his hand to hand over a bowl of soup.