"Anituo Buddha, donor... Don't be stubborn, ahem... Insist on going your own way, put down the butcher knife... Turn around and find a safe place!" The little monk covered his mouth with his hands to persuade the little monster in front of him, and the bright red blood couldn't stop overflowing from between his fingers and dripping on the ground.
The little monster stared blankly at the bald monk in front of him. He was obviously seriously injured, but he was still thinking about others...
So, he stood shoulder to shoulder with the gods and Buddhas in the sky, killed thousands of immortals and demons, and walked up the stairs piled with corpses to the throne.
Intention: Positive and optimistic