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Pei Zhao was the "living Bodhisattva" of the Zhou Dynasty. He received the incense of all people and observed the fate of the world.
But he has a curse that no one knows about: every time his heart beats too fast, he will be thrown into the turbulence of time.
In the past, the future, and countless "possible" fragments——
The only thing he could see clearly was that the young proton named Xie Wuyun would always die in front of him in various ways.
Drowned, poisoned, pierced by a sword, even turned into ashes...
Three thousand times.
Xie Wuyun lived a bright and flamboyant life, like an iris that should not bloom in a Buddhist hall.
He always likes to get close to Pei Zhao and ask with bright eyes: "National Master, do you like me more today?"
Pei Zhao twisted his beads and lowered his eyes.
He didn't dare to say——
In the three thousand pasts and futures that you cannot see,
I love you so much that my soul dies.
Until Xie Wuyun's birthday was engraved with the "Anchor of Time",
Become a sacrifice to heaven and stabilize mountains and rivers.
Pei Zhao finally held his hand and his voice was hoarse:
"This time, I will take you away."
They walked through the cracks in time, broke into the cyclic spiral, and embraced each other in the stagnant time and space.
But when Xie Wuyun finally said "love",
Pushing him away with a smile, he walked into the sacrificial fire:
"Bodhisattva, stop chasing me."
"I want you to always remember that you have tried your best to save the world, but you can't save me."
Later, the time sequence returned to calm, and the mountains and rivers were fine.
The new emperor asked the white-haired imperial master: "Has Ai Qing ever seen a real unsolvable situation?"
Pei Zhao looked at the irises all over the mountains and fields outside the palace wall.
Smiled softly:
"I've seen it."
"That is a Bodhisattva who has spent three thousand reincarnations,
I can't ask for a story about the mortal world turning white. "
——I will wait for you at the end of time, waiting to become a Buddha who does not cross himself.
Intention: When love becomes the only beacon against time, in our futile rush, we complete a proof of living that is more tragic than eternity.