I'm just good-looking, there's no need to pursue me as a disciple. You stinky Taoist priest, my father asked me to worship Buddha, but you forced me to join Taoism. I'm a flower monk, don't chase me.
What, you are the prince, that is none of my business.
Blood and killing are the best games. Are you sure you would give up the beauty of the world to make people laugh?
Purpose: Huh, righteousness, I will accompany you to shed blood on the battlefield, and you will be kind to the world from a high platform; I will lose my limbs and bleed to death in the cemetery, and you will drink freely and fall in love with beautiful women. The flowers on the other side are just right, and the monks are picking flowers at the blue sky.