"Who are you?"
"Explanation."
"Do you know who I am?"
"The eldest young master of the Feng family, Feng Yanze." He smiled and added: "My wife."
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Jie Ying roared in a voice that was hoarse: "Feng Yanze! For thousands of years, I was sunk by an old bald donkey under the Yaochi lotus platform and waited for you for thousands of years! I finally waited, and now you are trying to find death for me over and over again in every possible way! Feng Yanze! If you really want to die that much, you might as well come to me and I'll give you a quickie so that we can all be relieved!"
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I don't know that in the autumn of that year, a ray of spiritual consciousness released by Jie Ying wandered into the human world. He attached to the willow branch and swayed with the wind. He remembered that Feng Yanze loved to sit under the willow tree in the past, drinking and playing chess, but now there will no longer be such a handsome man under the willow tree in the human world. He would leave a cup of wine for him, waiting for him to play a game of chess. Thinking about it, the man whose mind was locked under the lotus pond in the Nine Heavens slowly bent his eyes, leaving hot tears...
The Buddha looked at him, recited the Buddha's name, and sighed: "Not even Prajna can lock your spiritual consciousness. You know it is suffering, so don't think about it. One day, he will be waiting for you there."
I don't know what that ray of consciousness saw, but the sleeping man smiled slightly before his tears dried.
The Buddha sighed and turned around to cross the boundless sea of suffering in the world.
Intention: There is a kind of love called obsession, which will never end