Endless Eternal Tribulation

Sitting for three thousand years at a time is not as good as three days of leisure for ordinary people. Once you start on the path of spiritual practice, you are involuntarily like a duckweed drifting along the water, either sinking to the bottom or being eaten by fish and birds. The avenue is like water, and hundreds of millions of monks are like mayflies in the water, devouring each other. If you don't work hard to become a big fish, you will be swallowed by the big fish. The final destination of a monk is probably to turn into a dragon, jump out of the river, and soar upwards. Legend has it that the end of immortality is the only true holy realm. Only when you reach this realm can you reach the final shore. However, the only person who has touched this situation in these billions of years has given up the only thing within reach.