When Xiao San stepped on the dewdrops of the purple bamboo forest in the South China Sea, the starlight formed streaks in his pupils; after drinking the rays of the twelve peaks of Penglai, the golden lotus blossomed along the spine and turned into immortal bones. On the day when he traveled 30,000 miles to the west to worship Bodhi, the palm lines of the Buddha holding flowers blended into the Brahma Seal between his eyebrows. When he returned to the northern polar night, the ice crystals condensed on the snowfield reflected the entire sea of stars - it turned out that the tips of his brushed hair turned into the Milky Way, his breath caused the prosperity and decline of all things, and even the trajectory of the stars flowing through his fingertips was just a ripple of thoughts leaked out when he lowered his eyes.
