"Donor, what else is left unfinished?"
A string of rosary beads is running through the fingertips. The master in sand clothes stands in front of the peach blossoms. The petals of the peach blossoms behind him are falling one after another, forming a picture. Spread a thick layer on the ground and pile it up into thoughts, just like drowning in the world of mortals. Three thousand drownings are as red as flowers.
Gazing at the peach petals falling all over the sky, they are as beautiful as the clouds and as red as weeping blood.
The rotten branches and peach blossoms are in full bloom, like drowning dyed with red dust soaked in shocking enchantment.
"It was he who betrayed me in my previous life. In this life, I must be a enchanting woman and let him... Conquer the world for me."
Meng Po Tang fell to the ground and was quickly sucked dry by the mud, making no sound or trace.
"Once you enter the mortal world, it is as deep as the sea. Donor, why are you doing this?"
"It is his responsibility to repay the debts of the past life and the love of this life."
"The Buddha has a saying that cause and effect will repay you. He owed you in the previous life is the cause, and you owe him this life is the result. When will the cause and effect repay you? The sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the end."
"Fail him?"
After muttering to herself, she finally smiled.
The green clothes are floating and the sleeves are fluttering. The vicissitudes of life have opened before my eyes, and the floating clouds have dispersed in the blink of an eye, and the colorful reincarnations have fallen into the dream.
Intention: With a song in the world, who can be so heartbroken and enchanting as a peach blossom?