In his previous life, on the ninth level of heaven, he saw him breaking peach branches for others and guarding the Zhenlong chess game alone, neither advancing nor retreating.
In this life, in a chaotic world, he helps others to conquer the world, and never abandons them despite the chaos and bloodshed.
He was willing to fall into the mortal world for him, and he forged carnage that was hard to stop; he gave him the harmonious sound of the harp and harp, and weaved a beautiful life for him.
Mountains and rivers are handed over, and flowers are folded to be hired. In this life, the flowers are played all over the place, and eventually they fall and the dust returns.
Life is impermanent, and there are tribulations of cause and effect. No matter how evil you are, demons, ghosts, gods, or Buddhas, you can't escape it.
The Chinese years are still young, and this pillow is nothing but hopeless loneliness for thousands of years.