The old monk’s sacrifice will break your heart.#movie #shorts #foryou

[0:00]A woman secretly pulled back covers, immediately unsettling the young monk, as he crawled over. Decades of vows were broken. They often met secretly behind the mountain. Even flirting in front of the old monk. One day, they fell asleep on the boat. The old monk discovered their secret. He pulled the boat stopper. The icy water woke the sleeping pair. The young monk knelt before the Buddha statue to repent. The old monk did not blame him. Instead, he expelled the woman from the temple. Without the woman, the monk tossed every night. Finally, he stole the Buddha statue. Silently followed the woman away. The old monk did not stop him. He knew it was destiny. Years later, the old monk saw news of his disciple. The disciple had killed the woman. He was on the run. The old monk's face was solemn. He silently mended his disciple's monk robe. Once the robe was mended, the disciple returned to the temple. His eyes had turned violent. His initial clarity was gone. Only when his master greeted him did he show guilt. The disciple returned by boat to the temple where he had lived for over a decade. The master calmly asked about his years, but he behaved erratically. He explained why he killed his wife. The master said nothing. He asked the disciple to take out the stolen Buddha statue. Beneath the statue was a bloody dagger. This reminded him of his wife's betrayal. He took the knife and vented on the wooden board. Seeing his disciple suffering, the master took him in. But he struggled all night with his sins. The next day, he went to their secret meeting spot. He vented freely in the water. Back at the temple, he drew talismans and sealed his airway with them. The pain of suffocation made him cry out. Only then did the master see he wanted to die. He severely beat his disciple and scolded his foolish stubbornness. The next day, the master dipped a cat's tail in ink and wrote a scripture on the ground. To help his disciple find peace and atone, he told the disciple to carve the scripture with the dagger. This day, two policemen found them. The master took them back to the temple. Police immediately wanted to arrest him. The panicked disciple raised the dagger to resist. The master told him to ignore outside voices and continue carving. The master pleaded for him to finish carving before arrest. Facing the old monk's request, the police agreed. The disciple carved nearby. The police practiced their shooting nearby. The piercing sound made the disciple irritable. Seeing his disciple disturbed, he casually threw a stone and precisely hit the can. The disciple understood. He carved until night. Even the police felt a little uneasy. The police silently held up a candle for him. After days and nights of carving, he finally found inner peace. After bidding his master farewell, he calmly accepted his arrest. The master silently watched his disciple's boat receding back, but the boat would not move an inch. The disciple knew it was his master's reluctance. As the master waved, the small boat finally began to move. After watching his disciple leave, the master used his mind to recall the boat. Then he took off his monk's robe and pulled out the boat stopper. Then sealed his own airway. The revered monk thus passed away. Years later, the disciple returned to the temple from prison. He only saw his master's robe on the ground. The disciple put on his master's robe. Then found his master's relics in the lake. He carved a Buddha statue out of ice and placed the relics in its honor. Then he began daily ascetic practice. One day, a veiled woman came to the temple. She left her son at the temple. After worshiping the Buddha statue, she got up and left the temple. But accidentally fell into an ice hole. The next day, the baby crawled outside. He tried to get his shoe from the water. The disciple quickly picked him up. He saw a purple figure on the lake. The woman had died. The hole he dug caused the woman's death. The disciple dragged a stone plate, carried a Buddha statue, traversing mountains and ridges to atone. Until he climbed the peak for Buddha to overlook all. Years later, the abandoned baby became a young monk. And the disciple also became an old monk. The young monk was as mischievous as the disciple once was. The distant Buddha statue quietly watched over everything.