Little did I know that tens of thousands of years ago, when I opened my eyes, I saw a divine creature leaping among the clouds. I didn't know what was right and wrong in this world. I only knew that during the battle between the God of Fire and the God of Water, Mount Buzhou fell, and I was the spirit guarding this mountain. When the seal on the top of the mountain was dissolved, I saw a burst of auspicious light halfway up the mountain, which pierced my eyes in an instant. At that time, my ears seemed to remember the instructions my master gave me before leaving hundreds of years ago -
When the mountain dies, the people return;
When people die, love flies away;
The bodhisattva is wearing a shirt, and his sleeves are fluttering.