Jiangzhu was originally the grass in front of the Buddha, but it strayed into the world of mortals when drunk.
After three thousand years of dreams and ten lifetimes, I realized that the empty color was the tide of my heart.
This book begins with a drunken dream of spiritual consciousness and enters the mortal world, describing the reincarnation of cause and effect, love, hate and obsession, and finally ends up cultivating the mind, breaking attachments, and surviving the world with compassion.
