You Seng1993

Shi Yan-sheng:
Got it! I've got it... Starved to death, I'm the same as the others. Fundamentally, all are the same. Fighting in battles, killing countless people. Did I have innate mercy? Xuan Wu Gate, was it for righteousness? [points at his heart] He'd thought about titles and fame! He wanted to be grade one generalissimo! Leading armies of millions, acquiring great fame, betraying his lord! This heart, same as those curs. Base, black, filthy, cold-blooded! [voluntarily bangs repeatedly his head against the wall]

The Abbot:
Careful!

Shi Yan-sheng:
This vile skin bag of a body! What use is it? [bangs more violently his head]

The Abbot:
I've yet to dwell herein.

Shi Yan-sheng:
Can't calm down... Can't forget... Can't...

The Abbot:
If you're 100 years old like me, you will forget even if you don't want to.