I picked up a young man in red who was covered in bruises. He said his name was Huacheng.
He repaired my broken outlook, gave me three thousand lights, and his eyes were as hot as a believer.
I thought this was the comfort given to me by God, until the ghost army came to the border and wanted to take him to task.
He stood in front of me and smiled: "To touch him? Ask me about my eight hundred years of cultivation first."
At that moment I realized that he was not some homeless boy——
He is the old man who once drove me to pieces, but now, he is the ghost king crawling back from hell for me.
Intention: The essence of faith is salvation and protection that run in both directions. The true faith is not in the height of the temple, but in the direction of the heart; the true eternity is not to live with the heaven and the earth, but to grow old with one person.