When Shen Yanyao left Kunlun Mountain, Lu Xianyun sent him away all the way, reluctant to leave. It was already dark.
Lu Xianyun: "Look at the night sky, 'the stars and the moon are shining brightly', tell me, do you like me?"
Shen Yanyao thought for a while and finally said: "If we say goodbye today, I'm afraid we won't be able to see each other again in the future."
"Why? Oh, you don't like that woman because she is beautiful, fragrant and refined, so you don't like me either?"
Shen Yanyao frowned in thought, but ultimately did not answer the question: "Go back, I'm leaving."
Lu Xianyun felt a sense of desolation in his heart, but he still moved forward and handed a bamboo stick to Shen Yanyao's hand.
Shen Yanyao turned around and left, feeling sad in his heart.
Lu Xianyun shouted loudly: "May my clouds be like wild geese, and my seas be dry and fluttering, and I will be surrounded by them!"
After hearing this, Shen Yanyao did not look back. The hand he raised was trembling a little. He looked at the bamboo stick in his hand with the words "Yunyan fluttering and lingering around each other" inscribed on it, and shed tears unconsciously.
Intention: There are thousands of Dharma phenomena, and the Tao is different in different realms, big and small. Each has its own way and each walks in its own way.