I have seen the distant clouds and mist, the darkness of the lower world, and the halo and grace of the gods.
This is all, in front of Huihong's arch, I lie on the clouds and look into the distance.
The arch was so high that I couldn't see its top. My brother told me all the stories about the demons, gods and Buddhas on it.
The ancient gods, the first Lord Buddha and the current Ninth Buddha, are either the gloomy and terrifying lower world, or, far away in the distance, on Pengzhou, which is known as hell by the world, there are four great monsters, extremely ferocious.
There are very few gods in the world. Apart from my clan of disciples, the descendants of the priests around the Lord Buddha, and the group of individual travelers who travel around the world and are hard to trace, there are only a few adults at the altar among such great gods.
Counting them carefully, there are only twelve.
Among these twelve, four are in my family. My brother always said that the disciples have heavy responsibilities.
But I feel that I am still guarding the door for the gods, which is boring.
The daily changes are nothing more than the annoying Nanhai Princess coming to pay a visit, or some fairy from some family coming to say hello.
Year after year, the best pastime is the Hua Gen Ceremony held once every hundred years at the altar.
When I got bored, I wanted to practice swordsmanship and the art of war. When my mother saw me, she always scolded me.
"You're a girl, what do you do with all these knives and swords all day long?" My mother gave me several general histories.
I can't help but feel distressed that gods, like mortals in the lower world, regard women as incompetent.
From then on, I watched my brother practice the technique and charmed a lot of immortals with his majesty. I was very greedy for such a sassy sword.
I have lived in Tianmen since I was a child and have never seen the world. I only remember the first time I saw my Buddha. He was so beautiful. He raised his hands and smiled. His pure white clothes seemed to be filled with lotus fragrance.
She seemed to pay special attention to my little god, which naturally made me very happy.
The priest next to her was as noble and cool as she was. I generally felt that my family was really a bit smoky.
Later, I never saw the noble Buddha and the descendant of the priest again. I never went to the altar, and I never saw the grand scene of thousands of immortals worshiping.
I still remember, clearly remember, that at that time in Hua Gen, the demonic energy suddenly became strong and approached the Tianmen. I saw the monster that my brother told me about. It was ferocious and powerful. It was higher than the arch, blocking the curling clouds and smoke.
I finally picked up the sword and watched my father fall, my mother vomiting blood, and my brother's eyes turned red.
We are born as gods, and it is our duty to wield the sword.
I waved the rustling sword, my parents were behind me, the arch was behind me, and the grand scene of thousands of immortals worshiping was also behind me. I killed all the little monsters and demons, and I saw the four great monsters.
In order to protect the world-famous Buddha, to protect the joyful singing and dancing of the grand ceremony, and to protect this so-called peace among the gods.
Why.
Intention: good
