He once washed hands and made soup for a person, folded flowers and brewed wine, and finally burned his soul and returned to the earth mistyly;
He once willingly stepped into the mortal world for one person, waded through the river of souls dripping with blood, and finally spent half his life cultivating in order to return to the soul;
He is as tender as water for one person, worried for one person, and falls into the devil's path for one person;
He is obsessed with the mortal world for one person, is deeply in love with one person, and does not care about life or death for one person.
There are thousands of worlds, each with its own way. My way is the way, and other people's ways are also the way.
Intention: All roads are Tao, and if one road is not accessible, it is because other roads are unreachable.