She is the rouge in the porcelain bottle, the dazzling fireworks in the world, and the vast red makeup.
He is the fruit on the Bodhi tree, the sutra in the mouth of believers, and the green lotus that is about to bloom in the lotus pond.
Is it always pure self-nature, or is it all contaminated by the six objects?
It is the competition between temptation and Buddha's heart, the entanglement of faith and desire.
Taking you as a Buddha, I can get through the rolling world of mortals.
The princess of an enemy country who is strong on the outside but fucks her hard on the inside * The handsome monk who is always slapped in the face while being cold and abstinent
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Mission: Never give up on yourself in adversity