"No! No! No!"
"I don't want this!"
Bai Zhi kept backing away, rejection filling her eyes.
Seeing this, Murong Xing Shuang forced a smile and said, "Husband Bai, do you still remember the two poems Senior Changsheng gave you?"
"The body is a Bodhi Tree, the heart is like a Mirror Stand. Brush it clean from time to time, and do not let it gather dust."
"The Bodhi Tree was never a tree, and the Mirror Stand was never a stand. From the beginning, there was nothing at all, so where could dust gather?"
"Judging solely by artistic conception, the second poem far surpassed the first."
"But from the perspective of saving all living beings, the first poem was stronger than the second."
"Because if everyone could rely only on saving themselves, far too many would sink into the Sea of Bitterness and never escape."
"If you want to save this world as it stands today, then you have no choice but to become the Bodhi Tree, with your heart as the Mirror Stand."
"Just as you saved me, save all living beings beneath Heaven!"
At this answer, Bai Zhi's lips trembled uncontrollably.
"But I don't want to lose you. Let me stay with you until the end of this life, all right?"
Facing Bai Zhi's plea, Murong Xing Shuang shook her head through her tears.
"If you don't leave me now, how will the people of this world know that your worldly ties have been severed and the Golden Sea has run dry?"
"Back then, Senior Changsheng gave you two poems, and with them, two paths."
"If you pursue the higher state of mind, you won't be able to save me or all living beings beneath Heaven."
"If you pursue the compassion before your eyes, you are destined to