Tens of people gathered together, like cows and horses,
Thirty will meet all the dragons and elephants in the sky.
At sixty, I will be a sentient being,
Wei Baihui will teach the gods.
After a hundred meetings, it's really like Wuji.
The golden cage is piled with jade, and the iron rope is cold in the purple sky. There is always too much helplessness in life under the brilliance of Lingran. Like a moth flying into the flame, everything turns to ashes, but I don't expect that in obscurity and lost among all living beings, there is the great freedom of a square inch of heaven and earth, and in the midst of all ordinary interests, I have achieved great perfection.