He held my incomplete soul as piously as he held the golden body of Buddha on the lotus throne.
He held my three souls and six souls, wandering on the other side of reincarnation, trying to find an opportunity for me to reincarnate.
He stared at me on the other side of the Wangchuan River, which was full of manjushuahua flowers.
His black clothes were floating in the bottomless darkness, and he was holding the broken me and wandering around in the underworld.