Please Ferry Me Across

[The cold Buddha on the altar vs the bright and kind little princess] Core story: A self-guided strategy for the Altar under the Flower of the High Mountain is Ai Dang San (bushi) [The formal copy is to be written, currently only the imaginative copy is available] The pure and ascetic Buddha sacrificed his body to feed an eagle and rescued the little princess of Chinese medicine. Back at the temple, Buddha didn't take it seriously at first. Later, I would think of that night when I was reciting sutras, and also when I was eating fast. When I was copying the sutras, I would write down the princess's maiden name by mistake. Even when I was carrying water for penance, I could not forget the princess's smile. The Buddha, who had never been contaminated by earthly love and affection, was confused. … Fozi asked for flogging, but the princess happened to come to thank him and took the initiative to take care of him when she saw that Fozi was injured. He should refuse, but somehow he didn't say anything. The princess's fingertips were covered with a cool plaster through a silk handkerchief. But it burns the wound more than a lover's kiss. Like drinking poison to quench thirst, you can't stop craving for it. … Fo Zi was deeply in love, but the princess only regarded him as a simple benefactor. After repaying her kindness, she wanted to go back and marry her consort. After several struggles, Buddha decided to give up and bear the punishment of breaking the precepts. But he never expected to discover by chance that the consort was not a good man. He persuaded the princess to leave. The princess remained infatuated with her consort and would not marry anyone who was not the king. So… On the wedding night, the husband who took off his hijab and slept with the princess was replaced by a Buddhist son (who had turned black). Intention: To take refuge.