Enter: Once you go two or three miles, you will be in the mortal world for four or five rounds.
Dream: There are six or seven lanterns in hand, and people in their eighties or nineties are panicked.
Return: A little black feather, two green lanterns, colorful faces, messing up the four gods and poplar flowers.
True: Six bottles of sake, seven forgotten old words, eighty-nine smiles, ten years old like a flower.
The Supreme Lord said that the three thousand worlds are infinite. The Buddha said that one thought of foolishness is the end of Prajna, and one thought of wisdom is the birth of Prajna. And I only have one life left. To see him is to waste a lifetime.