Sixteen years ago, a white light broke through the sky, reached the ninth level, and shocked the six realms.
On her sixteenth birthday, her father abandoned her to a strange man. She said to him: "I don't believe in God or Buddha in this life, I only believe in myself."
Her mother died in childbirth and her father was a drunkard for a long time. As far back as I can remember, he would dream of corpses everywhere and blood flowing freely like a river, just like purgatory.
At midnight on the Ghost Festival, she was struck by thunder, and the "she" in her body woke up from a thousand-year sleep.
Intention: Every life is just a dream