After three rounds of wine, Qin Liuxi gazed at the century-old ginkgo tree in the courtyard shedding its yellow leaves and suddenly grinned.
"Do you think that to achieve something great, there must always be some sacrifice involved?"
Yu Changkong paused his hand holding the wine jug and said, "No matter what one achieves, there must be sacrifices, be it people or letting go of what one desires in their heart. Like founding a nation through war, a general's victory is built on ten thousand skeletons, it's the same principle."
"That's true." Qin Liuxi changed her tone: "So, I killed a Buddha."
He was a high monk capable of forming relics; if he chose to pass away naturally, he would become a Buddha, wouldn't he?
Yu Changkong filled her wine cup, saying, "Then he must have had a reason to be killed."
