According to legend, someone saw Po Meng holding a broken bowl and crying at the end of the Naihe Bridge; there were bleeding names on the Sansheng Stone; the flowers on the other side of the Forgotten River disappeared; and the dead souls on the river bank were looking back, shedding black tears.
On the Huangquan Road, there are many rumors, but I don't know whether they are true or false. And I climbed out of the tomb, walking on the road to death, searching for the truth.
On the North Sea, a pair of faint footprints extend to the bottom of the sea, and the end is not visible; in Antarctica, a human body ice sculpture looks up to the sky with bleeding eyes; in the ancient town, a huge stone is like a coffin, whose soul is buried; some say that the pair of footprints were left by a god when he fled, some say that the ice sculpture is an angel who fell into the mortal world, and that huge stone like a coffin is buried with gods and Buddhas all over the sky.
And I started from the tomb, stepping on the bones of gods and Buddhas, and walked all the way towards the devil.
