Even if you were born in the River of Forgetfulness, your heart is like a rock, unmoved by the eight winds; you will eventually meet someone for whom you are willing to feel compassion, practice the ghost path and do the best.
For more than four hundred years, I have traveled through the three realms, and my lonely soul is hard to find. They are ghosts and gods born from the underworld, and they once stood in front of the green lotus Buddha lamp to search for the whereabouts of a person.
The faint Manzhuhuahua no longer blooms, the blood-stained treacherous sun covers the endless Huangquan for 800 miles, and there is no sadness or joy for thousands of miles of red land as far as the eye can see. The creepy armor was worn away by the years after the swords and arrows were used up. The land in the darkness was mottled with blood, and the rainbow reflected thousands of miles away, and the soul fell into the underworld.
What does the future hold?
Don't let the frost grow weeds, and spend the years sharing the mountains and rivers.
The dawn bird rises in the east, the ultramarine and the sun are harmonious, the clouds are light and the wind is gentle, but I have not left either.