Limited to 500 words. The colorful clouds are long and the fairy sounds are lingering.
At the Fairyland Peach Party, an agile little fairy looked nervously at the man in front of her with expectant eyes. The man was wearing a golden cassock, with no expression on his stern face, as if he had already seen through the mortal world and had no regrets. But there was no ripple in those eyes, like pearls whose brilliance had been obscured.
In Xiaoxian's expectant eyes, the man said calmly, "I am the Buddha of the West. I have already seen through the mortal world. It is impossible for you and me, so why bother to persevere."
"But, you are just going to the West to practice cultivation, why not?" Xiaoxian's eyes were about to cry.
"Now I only devote myself to the Buddha, so don't mess around and go back." The man drifted away.
Xiaoxian burst into tears on the spot.