Bodhisattva Barbarian

“Bound by our hair, we become husband and wife; our love is true, and we have no doubts.” That was the verse inspired by this allusion, but she was too shy to say it aloud. She merely lowered her head in embarrassment.

Their hair, young and soft, was tied together, entwined in endless tenderness.

The breeze blew gently, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of lotus blossoms, along with the fragrance of love.

A young couple stood by the lotus pond and pledged their lives to each other. They vowed never to part, to be together day and night, morning after morning.

That year, he was sixteen and she was fourteen. He was the son of a general, and she was Princess Miaoshan. But he called her Xiaoman, the pet name he had given her. Only he could call her that. One day, his surname would be added to her name, making a perfect match…

Buddha said, “Desire is like carrying a torch against the wind: your hand is bound to be burned.”

The sea of suffering has no shore, but turning back is salvation. Yet in this ocean of passion, love can become an obsession. Once you turn back, there is no escape from eternal ruin. Perhaps you will fall into the demonic path?

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