"You don't know these things at all. Why do you judge these things and why do you criticize your father?!"

After saying this, her eyes were almost blood-cold and red. She paused the dragon stick in her hand heavily, and turned around and left without looking back.

And I stood there and felt her departure bringing a cold wind that pierced into my heart.

The practice of Buddha can’t be achieved without demons?

Who is the Buddha? Who is the demon?

What kind of person is my mother? What is the right and wrong between her and my father?

...

I stood in the empty corridor for a long time, until the night dew wet my temples, until the night wind cooled my fingertips, I slowly lifted up and felt a little lost, and my slightly trembling hands stroked my chest.

Who is my mother?

Maybe this is the mystery I really need to uncover.
Chapter completed!