Apply Oil and Hang the Knife

In this world, some people bring rain, some people bring a gust of wind, but this person only brings a drop of oil. A smooth tongue, oiled feet, and oily head add fuel to the fire. Peaks and valleys, temples and rivers and lakes, a shabby old monk, a group of people in the tomb, some are trapped in the temple, some are locked in the tower, but everyone is trapped in the siege. Things in the world are impermanent, but you can draw your sword in anger, cut off the shackles, and make people and gods angry in a carefree manner; You and I are deceitful, but we still have the blood to burn the oil, and it will burn like a prairie fire to the sky.