You said that Zen has a kind heart and will never waver; later, all the lives were slaughtered and blood was shed for thousands of miles. You said that the Buddha had his hands wrapped around his knees and did not dare to tell lies. Later, he lied about the truth and did not mean what he meant. You said that fate was gone and the opportunity was forgotten, and the world of mortals was ignored. Later, they settled down together in quilts, and Lang Xin acquiesced. This is the true historical summary. No matter how unexpectedly they meet each other and look at each other for thousands of years, they can only write the sentence "Luo Shu met Situ Zhuo for the first time", or "Mu Wei met Fu Li for the first time in Qing Dynasty", as I copied. The peach blossoms are burning, and the Zen mind is moving. The morning light here is not empty. I am often sick but not talented. I am lucky to know you all. "I can't write about a sudden flash of lightning with thousands of twists and turns. I just want to tell you all the heart-stirring stories in this world."
Intention: the love of saints