Seven years ago
A noble lady dressed in purple and purple led a little girl carved in pink and jade to the mosque.
That day, when the little baby stepped onto the threshold of the mosque, a strong wind blew outside, and the incense candles in the house were blown out by the evil wind at that moment.
"Amitabha, the wind monster outside is so strange." An old monk opened his eyes and said
The little baby grabbed the maid's hand and looked at the woman: "Mother, is there really a god in this world?"
The woman said nothing, knelt down and looked at the statue sincerely, clasping her hands together
bow
Two prayers
three prayers
The woman stood up and patted Wanwan's head lovingly, "Ayu, yes, there will be."
Seven years later
The mosque was filled with blood, and Wenyu stepped on the statue to the high platform step by step.
"Rebirth from the ashes, I will conquer the world with my warm bath, and my spirit and form will be destroyed."
Intention: Random thoughts