When Liu Boqin woke up, he held a hunting fork in his hand.
Liangjie Mountain, Qiu Yu, a monk from Chang'an stood at the mountain pass and asked him to escort him across the mountain. He knew that this monk was called Tang Seng. Know that there is a monkey pressing under that mountain. There are eighty-one difficulties in knowing the way to obtain the scriptures. He has read the original work.
But what he didn't know was that in the original work, Liu Boqin left halfway and never appeared again. There is no ending. I don't know how to live, I don't know how to die.
The rain falls. He picked up the hunting fork and walked into the rain.
From the hunters in the Two Realms Mountains, to the immortal officials in heaven, to the saints in the new world. Starting with a hunting fork, I ended up walking through the three realms holding an oil-paper umbrella. Many years later, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky will remember a scene - deep in the rain curtain, someone came holding an umbrella. The surface of the umbrella is yellowed and the ribs are warm. The man under the umbrella said: It's okay.
Then the rain stopped.
