The monk has a majestic appearance, as if he were a Buddha in this world, and his drooping eyebrows are full of compassion, as if he is looking at a lamb.
"What is the donor afraid of?"
"Something is lost."
Chu Yu replied.
He threw away his crown, and the king's ring fell into the copper dish, letting out the mournful sound of gold and silver.
The monk collected his incense.
"The donor is not afraid of losing something, he is only afraid of losing something but not gaining anything."
...
Later, someone asked him again, what was the loss?
He chopped off the man's hair with a sword.
"I lost everything I gained."
Then he took the man into his arms.
"You gain what you should have lost."
"Having your hair cut off is like having your head cut off. I'll let you go."
Concept: the beautiful love of falling in love and killing each other