I once heard the sound of breathing deep in a subway tunnel that did not belong to this era.
That is not a miracle, but a karmic disaster that no one can escape.
The "ding" sound was not from the system, but the mournful sound of the compass in my hand hitting the statue.
I have witnessed the madness of sacrificing loved ones for immortality, and I have also seen the loyalty of guarding lonely graves for hundreds of years.
The human heart is like an abyss and feng shui is like a mirror, reflecting the ugliest truth of this glitzy world.
(Wry smile) "It turns out that the most difficult thing to calculate is never the tomb site, but the people's hearts."
I passed God on a busy street, the compass in my hand spinning crazily.
In this worldly practice, what I send is God, and what I save is myself.
