Shaolin: When the Bodhisattva of Freedom and Freedom walks in the deep Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. The relics are not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true when you want to know it. The relics are... (Voices outside are heard interrupted...) (sighs a sigh)

Qixiu: Little monk

Qixiu: Little monk, I'm here to listen to your story again. Little Monk, Little Monk - Monk -

Shaolin: Ugh

Shaolin: Heh~ What does Miss Xiu want to hear today?

Qixiu: Anything.

Shaolin: Once upon a time, there was an old monk who was always patronized by thieves, and he couldn't bear it anymore. And it came to pass, that day, when the thief came again, he said to the thief, "Put your hand through the crack in the door, and I will give you whatever you want."

Old Monk: You put your hand through the crack in the door, and I will give you whatever you want.

Shaolin: The thief was so pleased to hear that he put his hand through the crack in the door. The old monk grabbed his hand, tied him to a pillar, and then beat him with a stick, shouting as he beat him back: Take refuge in the Buddha! Convert to the law! Take refuge in the Sangha!

Thief: Ouch! Don't fight~~~Ouch~~~~ It hurts! Ouch!! Stop it!! Ouch~~

Old Monk: Take refuge in the Buddha!

Shaolin: The thief was in great pain, and he had no choice but to shout: Take refuge in the Buddha! Convert to the law! Take refuge in the Sangha!

Thief: Ouch~~ Take refuge in the Buddha!

Old Monk: Convert to the law!

Mao thief: Woo ~ convert to the law!

Old Monk: Take refuge in the Sangha!

Mao Thief: Ah~ Refuge Monk!

Shaolin: This is the famous story of the three refuges in the Buddhist scriptures.

Qixiu: You have three refuges, but I have four refuges, do you want to listen?

Shaolin: What are the Four Refuges?

Qixiu: Hand outstretched.

The autumn wind blows the leaves lightly

There were two or three soft taps on the windowsill

The wooden fish paused and struck again

With her quietly approaching affection

Prajna is as clear as the wind

Under the tree, he spoke Buddha's voice

Zen ignorance and worldly feelings

She only wanted to be by his side

The Buddha said that the five aggregates and six poisons are delusional

Cause and effect are all obstacles

Refuge is a despair that comes after the pain

In the story under the tree

She quietly dreamed of conversion

It was his voice that went into my heart

Or unknown delusion

Shaolin: Ugh

Abbot: The female benefactor is gone?

Shaolin: Master...... As usual, the disciple told her the Buddha's teachings. So she went back.

Abbot: Hey, let's go chant.

Shaolin: Yes...... After the master, the female benefactor will never come again.

Abbot: Anitabha.

Shaolin: Murmur no Anitu Buddha... There is no Anitu Buddha... Anitu Buddha ......

[Recall]

Qixiu: Taking refuge in the Buddha.

Shaolin: Oh, take refuge in the Buddha.

Qixiu: Convert to the law.

Shaolin: Convert to the law.

Qixiu: Taking refuge in the Sangha.

Shaolin: Take refuge in the monks.

Seven Shows: Refuge... Show girl.

Shaolin: Refuge, huh?

Qixiu: Say, take refuge... Show girl.

After the fourth conversion

Silence makes the people under the tree feel terrible

He clenched the heat of his palm

mottled with a desolation that can't be concealed

Time passed quietly

It was his unspeakable sadness

Bury this section in a shrine and bind it

The dust was left to the west window

The Buddha said that the five aggregates and six poisons are delusional

Cause and effect are all obstacles

Refuge is a despair that comes after the pain

The twilight is light and yellow

Under the tree, he was sober and desperate

Only the silence is accompanied by the ancient Buddha green lantern

Take refuge in that past

Shaolin: Take refuge in the show girl