Cute Ghost Anchor

That day I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the Sutra Hall suddenly heard The mantra you recite that month I turn all the prayer wheels not for transcendence Just to touch your fingertips that year I kowtow and prostrate on the mountain road Not for audience Just to stay close to your warmth that life I go around mountains, rivers, and pagodas Not for cultivating the afterlife Just to meet you on the way White crane in the sky Please lend me your wings I won't fly far away Just go back when you get to Litang But, on that night, I forgot everything, Give up faith, give up reincarnation, Just for the rose that once cried in front of the Buddha, It has long lost its former luster.

This book sincerely recruits all kinds of extra roles! Position: supporting role, extras, male number 18, female number 18! Educational background: Mary Sue level 4 or 6, bachelor's degree in pretending to be a student, a master's degree in scheming, a master's degree in secondary school, a doctorate in Shamat, etc. Age: up to ninety-nine, down to just old enough to walk, and others.

"From now on, I splash ink and make tea, and keep my mouth shut about the prosperity of the world. From now on, I keep my peace, and never talk about wandering around the world. From now on, I drift with the sea of people, and I don't talk about the dependence on each other. From now on, I am alone, and there is no more spring breeze. . From now on, we spend the day and night, keeping silent about our true feelings. From now on, we are free and uninhibited. From now on, we never think about being alone in this life. From now on, we keep silent and stay together. From now on, the breeze goes with the wine, and the road is long and the water is long."

"No one accompanies me at dusk, no one asks me whether my porridge is warm. No one turns out the lights with me, no one shares my book for half my life. No one looks for me, leaving traces in the snow, and no one treats me deeply. No one lives with me forever, no one reads me to wake up after drinking. No one wants me to stop singing, no one likes my sorrows and joys. No one wipes my tears, no one shares my joy. No one shares the wine with me, no one tells me that the night is late. No one accompanies me to appreciate the bright moon, and no one follows me to the end of the world."

That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not for enlightenment, but just to find a trace of your breath. In that month, I turned all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingerprints. That year, I bowed my head and hugged the dust, not to worship Buddha, but just to stay close to your warmth. In that life, I traveled across hundreds of thousands of mountains, not to cultivate the next life, but just to meet you on the road. At that moment, I ascended to immortality, not for immortality, but for your safety and happiness.

Author, this book is considered useless. It has 140 chapters and only collected so much. With 2000 readings, I guess the author has no intention of writing it anymore. He wants to be a eunuch!

Damn it, why is this supernatural novel getting funnier the more I read it?

I feel like no one has commented. There are so few people there, and there are no stars in that book yet. Feeling so shabby

I don't know why I see the protagonist being such a loser, with no ability to protect himself at all, and still seeking death. Is it really okay? Is there anything special about traveling through time and becoming a female ghost? The protagonist didn't notice the ghost. The ghost was fine all the time. The protagonist discovered the ghost. That ghost started harming people. Shouldn't it be the protagonist who released it?

"One person, one city, a lifetime of heartache. Two hatreds on both sides, two lonely graves. Three lives, three roots, three thousand tears. Four shengs and four sounds, deep love in four seasons. Five calamities, five angers, five tired fingers. Six desires, six gods, six souls stained with dust. Seven emotions, seven souls, seven words at dusk. Eight autumns and eight springs, eight separations. Nine circles and nine layers, nine layers of sealing. Ten years and ten rounds, ten lives of ups and downs."