The Great Thousand Legends of Tiny Dust

In the dream, I don't know whether the dream is a dream. In the end, I am not myself. Beyond the mountains are the green mountains and the sky is beyond the sky, and the sea of ​​suffering rises and falls year after year. Once I had a sudden enlightenment and got rid of the golden lock, I found a wonderful method to cast a golden lotus. Life is like a mustard seed that hides everything, and the heart is like a mote of dust that holds a thousand things. A disciple of an unknown god has gone through countless reincarnations and witnessed the destruction and reincarnation of many civilizations. Who knows that the mirror is like a flower in the water and the moon is like a mirror, the reincarnation of life and death, and everything has come to nothing...