He once believed that all living beings were worthy and was willing to fall into the mortal world.
The half spoonful of cold porridge in the beggar's bowl, the whip marks on the back of the mining slave,
They have all become the nourishment for the love that entwines the godhead.
Until the powerful man raised by his own hands, with the golden rain given by Him,
Drowned the last good soul.
So on the ninety-ninth rainy night, Heaven took out his spine——
Using the remains of gods as soil and pain as springs, a peach that penetrates the three realms was cultivated.
When people compete for peaches, no one knows:
That sweet pulp is the decaying tenderness of the gods.
◇ Bury me on a rainy night ◇ Peach roots eat the gods ◇ Eternal calamity closed loop ◇
Intention: When divinity indulges in the goodness of human nature, it is the beginning of greed among all living beings