Ink lotus grows in the Forgotten River, and each one is full of longing.
Every year on July 7th, the old man who ferries on the Wangchuan River will cut out the grown ink lotus flowers, put them in the river, and cast a spell to make them flow upstream, with the intention of conveying the feeling of longing to the people who miss them.
It's a pity that they were born out of resentment and were not tolerated by the way of heaven. They were unable to practice, let alone open up their spiritual consciousness. In the end, they were just dead objects and could not fulfill the old man's instructions.
By chance, a black lotus passed through the ghost gate and was picked up by someone, giving it three souls and six souls.
Three years later, Mo Lian transformed into the demon world Lingyuan and became the son of the demon king.
Two hundred and eighty years later, Mo Lian was born, and the wheel of fate began to turn.
The truth behind the Yan clan's demon slaying.
The grudges and grudges from thousands of years ago.
Everything will finally come to an end.
Mo Lian was born to ferry thousands of people, who will ferry me on that day of eternal calamity?
Appreciation of the original text.
Yanshuo: He loves the stars, and you love the bright moon. They are different from beginning to end. I know very well that what I love is the one I fell in love with at first sight.
Shi Nianchen: I am a monster, a devil, but I am not a human being, and I cannot learn to be a human being.
Master said that it is his long-cherished wish that there will be no more monsters in the world. Now I have fulfilled his wish. But if one day he comes to look for me, please remember to ask him for me: Do you have any regrets?
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Intention: How can music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and wine be compared to the family, the country, and the world?