Immortals, demons, Buddhas and ghosts are all empty.
Lend me my hand to return to the Four Rooms.
The sky, the earth, the sun and the moon are all in despair.
Welcome me, Buddha, Immortal, and Demon back to my throne.
The biting cold seeped into the bone marrow, and even the blood seemed to freeze into ice.
The sleep was as heavy as a mountain, weighing him down so much that he could hardly breathe, but he was still awakened by the cold for a few seconds. He opened his eyelids with difficulty, and in a daze, he saw his profile.
Concept: The mask of silence cannot conceal flowing emotions
