Floating Dream

My name is Zui Nian, I am just a ghost, but I am also different. I hold a book in my hand, which records the past lives of all things in the world, ranging from immortals and Buddhas to birds and beasts. As the saying goes, life is like a dream and a long-lasting regret, and you can change your life with just one note. Live life in vain, reverse the universe, change the life chart, change the past life, and write about this life. I will not refuse those lonely ghosts who ask me to change their fate in their previous lives with my help, because no one understands this world of God's will and tricks better than me. This is a world of saha, the truth is often tragic, and in the end I am the only one who benefits. I just watched with cold eyes, watching them obsessed with it. I don't know if it's because of the ugly monk's continuous Buddhist chants day and night that I started to get emotional. I would be moved by the stories of these ghosts and have compassion. I would look forward to hearing their stories. I could slowly remember the names of these ghosts without having to spend thousands of years memorizing a name and a face. The ugly monk said: "A-Nian, congratulations, you have begun to have this life. I, the Buddha, are compassionate, and the Buddha has seen your kind thoughts." I was happy, but also scared. I'm used to seeing joys and sorrows, so I naturally don't like the sentimentality of ordinary people. But why am I willing to be sad and melancholy? It turns out that I also have love. Yuan Chen, why didn't you wait for me after I understood love? It turns out that I cannot escape the fate of floating life. It turns out that I am as pitiful as those infatuated and resentful ghosts. I asked Buddha: "Can I wait any longer for the one I love to appear?" Buddha said: "Don't ask for another five hundred years. Enter my empty door and achieve transcendent nirvana as soon as possible." I bowed again without saying anything, drifting down, falling into hell forever