Su Jingli remembered that five hundred years ago, Lu Junchen was not as shameless as he is now. Su Jingli: "Hey, Lu Tulu, do you know how much money you already owe me for food? Please pay me back..." Lu Junchen: "Amitabha, we are all monks. Please be gentle with this Taoist brother." Su Jingli: Be gentle with your grandma! Three hundred years ago, the whole country in Daliang believed in Buddhism. Even King Yong's young prince, who had just turned 100 days old, was sent to the Imperial Temple, Daxiangguo Temple, to be raised under the abbot of the temple and converted to Buddhism. Such a great promotion of Buddhism would be a hardship for Niubi Taoism, which was practicing Taoism in the mountains of Sichuan. For decades, no one cared about it in the mountains and forests. Su Jingli held a pear in her mouth and leaned lazily on the protrusion of the cave's stone wall, leisurely watching a nest of magpies feeding the chicks in the distance. The days of fasting were long and difficult, and he began to think silently that it was time to find something to do in Daliang. I heard that the young prince of King Yong was so successful as a monk that he no longer even became a prince. Isn't this taking Su's job? Even the prince wants to be a monk, so when will he be able to carry forward Taoism as a Taoist priest? It's time to meet the young prince.
Decision: What people want in this life is nothing but vain. If this request is going to be deprived, it is better to leave here. If you live a lifetime, you must have everything you want and enjoy yourself.