Text version
The desire of a monk is called immortality. There are three thousand desires along the way. Love, hate, and hatred are just a glimpse in the long life of a monk.
He said: Junior brother, to me, is this cloud, this water, this only obsession that I can't let go of on the road to eternal life.
He said: The road to immortality is too lonely, but it is a lot of fun to be with you.
He said: I have sacrificed ten thousand years of merit to transform myself into a spiritual boat. Are you willing to cross it?
She said: I planted inner demons for you, my beauty is white and my hair is gray, why can't I still get your sincerity?
She said: I owe you my life, and I will sacrifice my life to be with you in times of crisis. But how should you repay the debt you owe me?
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Poetry version
The immortal road of eternity is wandering again,
Create another secluded path to Penglai.
Even if the body dies and the soul dies,
It is not in vain to cross the road to eternal life.
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[One sentence version]
This article tells the story of a simple girl in the world of cultivation who turned into a teenager and gradually became a monster under the pressure and training of countless monsters.
PS: The heroine of this article is for both men and women (spiritually speaking), so I don't like to be mistaken.