When I go back to Buddha Hell and pass by Huangquan Road, I can always see those beautiful and tragic flowers on both sides. The fragrance of the flowers always reminds me of the past. For example, when I was still a grass, those cold and proud eyes that looked sideways at me with love.
The so-called gods in the heaven are becoming more and more disgraceful now. They don't know the sufferings of the human world, and they only talk beautiful words about the reincarnation of cause and effect. They receive the incense offered by the human world, but they think that mortals are too greedy. If the mortals don't worship, they will ignore them and justly say that the hearts of mortals are ungodly. The plague is rampant in the world and we are facing this catastrophic disaster. The hostility and resentment are soaring, but we only think it is fate. Isn't the so-called fate arranged by them? ... You still have the nerve to talk about fate? !
Oh, it's okay not to do it for such a god. Lichuan, you told me not to force anything, but if Dulan can get it by forcing it, maybe I can too?