Library

The road to Shu is difficult, and the road to Buddhism is also difficult, and even worse. The road is long and long, and it is difficult to find it after traveling thousands of miles. Alone, I set out on the road in long cloth clothes and headed west. At the end of the road ahead, I knelt down and worshiped under the stone Buddha seat. This time I was confused about life and death. A charlatan, by the Luohu Lake, a few bamboo flies and three cups of water, stepping into the air and kissing Ling Chen lightly, then brushing off his clothes and adding a touch of lovesickness. Big talk about this journey to the west.

All the vertical and horizontal manipulations will eventually come to an end, how can they be compared to a big red robe. Black becomes white, there is really no success or failure.