He was once a soul gnawed by the fire of karma in the Avici Hell, and endured five hundred kalpas in the Skinning Hell due to the hatred of massacre. He was also a hungry ghost in the Path of Hungry Ghosts, wandering between phantoms and burning pain due to stingy karma. He was also a wild deer in the mountains, experiencing fear in the shadows of hunting bows and wolves. He was a tribesman in the Asura Path, seeing nothingness in the endless competition.
The six paths of reincarnation were like millstones, grinding his soul through thousands of sufferings and pains, but they also buried a glimmer of light in each sinking - the illusory water shadow that gave way in the hungry ghost path, the warmth of the young man who remembered the wild deer in the wild deer, and the hesitation in the asura path that did not want to fight, all became the leads to break away from karma.
Until he devoted himself to humanity and became Chen Yan from a farmer's family. When he was fifteen years old, the sound of Buddhist scriptures under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village broke open the dusty memories, and he realized that all the things in the past were not dreams, but marks of cause and effect. So I packed my bags and went to Wuxiang Temple, where I learned how to chop wood and carry water, uphold the five precepts, practice the ten good deeds, protect the scriptures in the mountain fire, and observe the past in meditation.
After spending thirty years in the cave with Bodhisattva, he saw all the illusions of reincarnation, and finally realized at sunset one spring day that "there should be no place to live." When the colorful Buddha's light filled the grotto, he turned into light smoke and blended into it. Only then did he realize that the purpose of thousands of kalpas was to refine the worldly mind into a mirror under the bodhi tree - it turns out that from hell to nirvana, there is only a practice of "willing to let go".
