"Meng'er, do you really want to do this?"
"I'm sorry, Xiao Chen, this is my mission..."
The flower god died, and the flowers were silent...
Who burns the smoke away and scatters the ties of vertical and horizontal.
Listen to the strings break, cut off those three thousand obsessions.
The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated.
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Intention: For the sake of the common people in the world, I am willing to give up everything