The precept of killing has been violated. Reincarnated as a Shura and became a Buddha.
Whispering and chanting sutras, the world is full of evil spirits
Cold mask, the winner in ancient times becomes king
Strictly guarding Wu Zun is helpless but actually arrogant
Don't ask about confusion. The three thousand worlds have been exhausted.
Don't look at the karma that all sentient beings are dreaming about.
Talking about the past and asking about the present, breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat into the sky
Chanting a song, the sad sound tears the silence
Bitter wine makes people drunk, passionate people endure it and slash it
Flurry of dance, sword intent passing by quickly
Looking at the Tianshan Mountains in the distance, raising a glass to relieve my sorrow.
The big dream is still awake, the source is that everything has become empty
Carrying books and flowers, taking off one's armor and returning to the countryside
Morning dew and close friends send each other off, wine and sunset
The steps don't stop, the world is forgotten
The wind, flowers, snow and moon disappear in the morning and evening