Soul Ferry

Fanfic of the TV series "Soul Ferry" If you want to become a Buddha and become an immortal, I will go with you; if you want to go to the eighteen levels of hell, I will go with you. You want to be reincarnated, but I won't agree! On the bank of Wangchuan River, I will rest with you forever. In the mud, I am entangled with your hair. There is nothing to express, only a ray of soul. A furnace of consonance is ignited, and a mandala is born from the dry bones. ​ Have you ever seen me? I walked a long way to get here. I have waded through black mountains and white waters, gone through hundreds of calamities and hardships, and found you in every moment of my life. When golden wind and jade dew meet, they win countless things in the world. ​ People, they will eventually be separated at the end of time. But, I will never forget that you have warmed me during this journey. ​ You'd better forget me, but no matter where you are, I can find you. ​ If there is still a chance, I will definitely let you come back to me. I don't want you to marry anyone else. ​ Since you cannot live, I cannot die. We must never be separated. People will lose while they are alive. What you lose will never come back. What you strive for will always be lost. ​ Born in the imagination and spread on the tongue, desire exists forever and is endless. ​ They don't know how good they are, they just want to be what others want them to be. They would rather be queens for a while than be mediocre for the rest of their lives. Just for such a little bit of beauty, they can give up friendship, family affection, and love. This is the so-called human nature. ​ Everyone has a fragile side in their heart. If this vulnerability is magnified, no one will want to live. ​ God is born in the human heart and dies in human nature. Please have mercy on me and let me look after you again, my beloved ones. ​ We come from the void, each holding good and evil. Some people ascend to heaven, and some people fall into hell. In the boundless fire of karma, I think of you and how we were so close in the past. ​ Sometimes, people's obsessions are terrifying, more terrifying than ghosts. ​ This is fate, even if you can foresee the future, you cannot avoid it. ​ Hate never brings happiness, only love is the only way to salvation. A long time ago, there was a creature that learned to stand on two legs and tried to spread its legs. From then on, they embarked on a journey, a never-ending journey driven by time. ​ Above the dome, stars twinkled. The world is changing, and there are countless brilliance. But that's an illusion. The stars have died long ago, and what shines in the night sky are their memories. ​ Winter is long and hard, and everything lies dormant in the earth. The same is true in life, all living beings suffer. However, if we continue to live, one day the flowers will bloom again and the migratory birds will turn back. Live on and wait for the moon to rise again. One day, spring will come. ​ Without you, even if you are in a sea of people, you will still be lonely. ​ Death is friends with the night, opening a corner of the underworld and coveting this life. When the time comes, he will come to you. ​ Death is a human condition, just as natural as life. Don't dare to burn raw rhinoceros. If it is burned, it will have a strange fragrance and stick to your clothes and belts, and people can communicate with ghosts. ​ The Kongming Lantern is really beautiful, just like the sound of stars flowing across the Milky Way. ​ Have you ever had such a thing, which has touched your body temperature and listened to your thoughts; they receive love and return love. Have you ever discarded such things? They are in dark corners, missing you. Even if they are broken into pieces, even if many years have passed, one day, my thoughts will bring them to you. ​ Yangchun noodles, a handful of thin noodles, half a bowl of broth, a cup of water, five cents of lard, a spoonful of Qiaotou Lao Chen's soy sauce, and blanched with two crispy bok choy. In the era of war and chaos, hundreds of ghosts walk at night. People are not humans, and ghosts are not ghosts. A bowl of Yangchun noodles is not as real as it is. ​ I gave you these eyes. ​ His life is mine. If you want it, I won't give it to you. ​ I shouldn't just wait, I should look for it. ​ What do clouds in the human world look like? What is the wind like in the world? What does the Yangtze River look like when the tide comes and goes? There is the state of death, the way back for the soul. For eight hundred miles, there are no flowers or leaves, yellow sand is everywhere, and the water flows continuously, so it is called Huangquan. There is a demon inside, named Meng Po. They are all female, very wise and resourceful, with special color, good at eating ghosts, and good at cooking soup. Meng Po Tang uses the eight tears as a guide and takes a long time to complete. Its fragrance can reach the sky. All ghosts who drink it will no longer remember the past. Flowers bloom for a thousand years, flowers fall for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never be seen again. ​ There is no more Meng Po in the underworld for eight hundred miles. ​ On the road to Huangquan, flowers bloom on the other side. ​ Meng Po Tang's Eight Tears are the guide. It is somewhat bitter and needs to be simmered slowly. The same is true in life. One drop of raw tears, two cents of old tears, three cents of bitter tears, four cups of tears of regret, five inches of tears of lovesickness, six cups of tears of sickness, seven feet of tears of separation, eight cups of tears of sorrow by Po Meng. A wishful man needs me to really like him, and I only wish him well. When he is good, I am happy; when I am good and he is not good, I am unhappy; as long as he is good, I am happy whether I am good or not. That person really likes someone, and that person really loves someone. ​ Immortality, after I stop being Meng Po, I will go to the human world. I am the clouds above your head, the wind in your ears, the waves you wade through, and the blooming mountain flowers in your eyes. It is also the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers you have traveled. At this moment, I am also in your eyes. Every one of the eight hundred Manjushuahua plants you planted with your own hands belongs to me. ​ You have to laugh, don't cry, so that the world won't feel sorry for you and bully you. ​ If you come more often, I will be more happy. ​ One day, when you walk through the Yellow Spring, you will see eight hundred miles of red flowers, each one planted with deep roots of love. ​ As long as a person has tasted the sweetness, he can no longer tolerate the bitterness. ​ The one you love is not afraid of life, death, or separation. All things in the world, if only love does not die, it means eternal life. ​ I want you to live forever, forever. Don't forget me, I will stay with you forever in hell. Intention:ᅟᅟᅟᅟ