"Woo..."
A sinister wind sweeps through.
In front of Cien Temple, the grass, trees, and fallen leaves tremble lightly, and a vague shadow silently appears on the scene.
"Ghost!"
"Fierce Ghost!"
The monks' faces change dramatically; at first, they retreat hastily, then gather their courage to grasp the sticks tightly, yet dare not approach.
Yuanxing raises his head, looking towards Sun Die who is holding a baby behind him, his body trembles involuntarily:
"Miss Sun... Miss Sun."
Sun Die raises her Zen Staff, similarly looking down, her beautiful eyes unknowingly filled with tears.
"Silly monk."
She gently shakes her head:
"I am the one who hurt you."
"No!" Yuanxing shakes his head:
"It was Miss Sun who fulfilled Yuanxing, who let me understand what love is, what Buddha is. Without Miss, there would be no Yuanxing of this moment today."
"Ha..." Sun Die raises her head, looking up to the sky:
