The Buddha said that there are three sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, and death, separation from love, long-term resentment, not being able to get what you want, and not being able to let go.
You want to transform me into an immortal, but I transform you into a human being.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the old man with a white beard dangling in front of my eyes. He was so dizzy that I called him out.
"You finally woke up." The old man looked at me closely. "It's like you didn't waste the medicine I had to ask for."
Who am I? This was the first question I asked, but he looked at me blankly for a while, shook his head, said forget it, forget it, forget it, and ran away.
Maybe it was this smelly old man who gave me some random amnesia medicine and asked me to do hard labor for him. The more I think about it now, standing next to the Sansei Stone and making soup, the more I feel this way.
And the story begins here.