Not Crossing the Buddha

There is no end to the sea of ​​suffering, and everyone is seeking to cross it. She was once the most devout believer before the Buddha, and she was willing to shorten her life by ten years in exchange for his peace. Later, she smashed the Buddha statue with her own hands. The mountains and rivers are swaying, and soldiers are approaching the city. Wearing armor and holding a sword, she became the only survivor in troubled times. And he knelt in the wind and snow, with red eyes begging her to save him one more time. "Donor," she said condescendingly, closing the city gate, her voice without any warmth, "The sea of suffering is boundless, please cross it by yourself." An ancient strategy about self-salvation and ultimate pull. Don't save others, only save yourself.