
Guests in the World Hear the Sound of a Hundred Generations
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I don't know where I came from, wandering around the world. I don't know the colors of the human world, but I hear the sounds of living beings. One person and one lotus lantern can wash away the eight desolate dusts. Don't mention your name or surname, just talk about being a human guest. Wangchen couldn't remember whether he was a fairy or a Buddha, a monster or a devil. He only knew that he was neither a human nor a ghost. He can't see the color of the human world, but he can hear all the sounds of the eight deserts. He always holds a green bamboo stick in his hand, which is so green that it seems to be soaked in the spring scenery of the world. He has a white lotus lamp that never leaves his side, and its flame never goes out, illuminating the eternal night. He always stops somewhere while walking, and then sits without saying a word. No one knows how long he will sit there this time, it may be a moment, a day, or a year...
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