A college entrance examination, a thunderstorm, she traveled through the yellowed pages of the book, and then embarked on the gravel road of the scripture-seeking team.
In the turbid waves of Liusha River, she glimpsed the obsession for survival; in the sandstorm of Huangfengling, she discovered the laws of all things; the back of Gao Laozhuang under the moonlight allowed her to understand the unspeakable tenderness of a pig demon.
The difficulty of ninety-nine and eighty-one is both a myth and a human heart. The sutra recited by Tang Monk shattered into gold powder in the wind, and Sun Wukong's golden cudgel could not break through the three thousand worries. But she walked into the hinterland of myth with mortal questions, and gradually understood in every dilemma and epiphany: the true sutra is not in the west, but on the way back; the light of the Buddha is not in the lotus platform, but in the eyes of all living beings; and everyone who bows and walks is his own sutra learner.
It turns out that writing with obsession is the true scripture of the world.
