Enseiji Temple

"There are three types of unfilial piety, the greatest is not having an heir" is like a sharp sword hanging from the ceiling, cutting off the peace of countless families. How many couples have physical illnesses, but the decoctions and medicines have no effect, and they are unable to conceive children throughout their lives. A man's hidden illness is a shame that cannot be publicized by the clan. All criticism and pressure fall on the shoulders of women. There is no way to seek medical treatment, no solution to worshiping Buddha, and no way to keep both dignity and incense. The world has no choice but to keep a tacit secret. Yansheng Temple deep in the green mountains is the only escape route in this desperate situation. The layers of restraints were torn apart repeatedly, and people's hearts gradually went to two extremes. In a moment of soft-heartedness, he exposed the false lie of "being haunted by evil spirits" and broke the balance that had been maintained for hundreds of years. The scam has come to an end, the secular family can continue to live as they wished, and the woman breaks free from the shackles of ethics and gets a new life. But Shi Qingyan had to endure the punishment of kneeling in front of the wall and the punishment of a ruler day after day, and was forced to inherit this cold iron law: do not take the initiative to form a relationship, do not be moved by emotion, flesh and blood will never recognize each other, remain silent for the rest of his life, and bear all the stigma and sins alone. This popular ancient temple accommodates the helplessness of thousands of people. Etiquette distorts people's hearts, desperate situations give rise to secrets, desires grow wantonly in the darkness, and the precepts tightly lock the monks' ordinary hearts. All living beings seek perfection and hide their own concerns. Ordinary people can keep their family status and freedom, but only those who keep the temple cut off their emotions and desires, sit alone on an empty mountain, bear the infamy of the world, watch generations of blood flow into the world of mortals, and be lonely all their lives, with their flesh and blood close at hand, and strangers forever.