During the Jiayin period, the sun, moon, stars, and celestial bodies gathered together. Qingqing ascends to the sky, all things are born, and they follow the sky, and then life is born in Yin, and the art of divination finally welcomes two more descendants.
Avalokitesvara once traveled to Dongsheng Shenzhou to see the suffering in the world and the disintegration of the national destiny. She gave the newly descended son of the Bu Guan family a ten thousand year spiritual root and asked him to come into the world to save the people, break the cauldron and sink the boat, and try to mend the sky. As for how good fortune is, it depends on him or not. But there is a yin and yang in everything, and he is destined to have a love disaster that cannot be undone in his life, and it is difficult to recover from it. First be ruthless and then be sentimental. Only when your spiritual roots are removed can you achieve perfection.
Another Taiyi Sanxian got drunk and went to the 18th Pan Yuluo Stage. On a whim, he gave the infant Wannian Zhongxiu to the sorcerer's family, and added a postscript: "This child has a spirit, and he was aware of the heavenly spirit when he was a baby. He named it "Ying"." The spirit and beauty are affectionate, and love is born. Later, someone asked Sanxian what he was doing, whether it was a disaster or not. Sanxian laughed and said, "If you are drunk now, don't worry about what is right and wrong in front of the door." Then he walked away leisurely. Later, people in the world suddenly realized that this was just a dream. It was not just a whim, it was basically a desperate move. Isn't this a great fate and a great calamity? The sorcerer's family had no choice but to let Lingxiu enter the world, cross the fog and clouds, and become an immortal.
There are thousands and thousands of reincarnations in this world, so what is true? What is fake? What is fate? Just a startling glance, just like it has been for many years.
Hey, what do you think this is all about? Is it to watch the young man become a confidant, and the red orioles move the dead trees to bring spring? Or is it to mend the nets in the ten thousand year chess game, the fortune teller chases the destiny, the shaman raises the bones, and joins hands to determine the future? When reincarnation restarts, we meet again outside the west wing, where life and death are uncertain. When thousands of miles of flowers bloom, and immortal names are immortalized in immortal vessels, will you and I miss each other?
At this point, thousands of volumes of Yao Ci hexagrams are opened.
Intention: Have the courage to face