That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the Sutra Hall, and suddenly I heard you reciting the mantra from the Sutra.
That month, I shook all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingertips.
That year, I kowtowed and prostrated on the mountain road, not to meet you, but just to be close to your warmth.
In that life, I traveled around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but just to meet you on the way.
He would look at himself with compassion every time he met her in his life. Even if he died because of her in many lives, he would never blame himself even once when he met her in his previous life. Was this because he had regarded compassion as evil love and lost three lives, or was it just a trick of creation?
Can endless Buddhist words resolve this boundless resentment? The long-term relationship, from love to hatred, is exchanged for passing by each other again and again. What will it be like in this life? Is the previous relationship gone or the relationship will never be extinguished?
In short, it's like the twin brothers collided with ghosts and gave their sister a lover who has been entangled for three lifetimes XD
Please don't be a bully carrot, okay~~~>