The Record of a Floating Life

Life has no origin, and death has no roots. Life goes round and round, and it hurts the soul to step on it. The clear moon is bright and the blue waves are sparkling. It is difficult to wake up from this dream, and I feel regret in my chest. So he practiced strange methods, walked in the mountains and forests, laughed at the wind and the moon, and played the precious harp. Once the merits are completed and the gods pass through the people, he can calm the difficulties of heaven and save the dangers of the underworld. Then interpret the divine method, abandon the precious treasures, climb the famous mountain, enter the forest, collect the breath, turn the bones and disperse the spirit. In the end, this body has no origin and no roots. It is an empty dream, who can predict it.