Dead Wood Sinks into the Abyss

Below the saints are all ants, I use selfish motives to save sentient beings; everyone in the world sees my rotten bones, but no one knows that I hide in the mountains and rivers. I follow the way of heaven to kill the devil, but the devil is you; I hate your cruelty and despicability, but you will be the rest of my life. The world calls you a rotten person, but I am the only one who sees you sincerely. When you are in a desperate situation, the withered tree springs back to life, and I accompany you through blood and ups and downs. I killed you, plotted against you, and lurked beside you according to the holy order, but in the end I betrayed faith and sainthood for you and gave up the glory of all eternity.