Recall that one thousand eight hundred years ago, there was also a king without a crown in the mortal world.
There are songs that are clear and sad, and there are faces that are stunningly beautiful.
Perseveringly disobeying Heaven, he made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace and ruined the peach banquet.
I once joked with Tathagata, and in the blink of an eye, five hundred years have passed.
After going through many difficulties and dangers, he finally made it to the west.
There is no thought of becoming a Buddha in the physical body, so how can fate be settled?
The entangled red thread of marriage, my paradise is on earth.