The setting sun lingers by the trailing rain, while empty greenery falls into the courtyard shade. Only by gazing at the pure lotus can one know a heart untainted. May the six roots remain forever still, and the heart shine like a precious moon reflecting glazed glass.
Three thousand grievances beneath the Bodhi tree, a cup of wine to trade for a single coin upon sobering this morning.
"Tell me, what if I didn't kill these people? I have no grudges or enmity with them; why would I kill them?" Jiang Qianyue looked helplessly at the woman in white robes purer than snow, and sighed. He knew that Muyin did not truly want his life; otherwise, given the power of the Blood Spirit, she could easily have used a Blood Curse to strip him of his combat capability.
Chapter 77