Lingpu

Gods can be created in nothingness and travel back and forth between the present world and the underworld, or they can fall into the sky and overlook the joys and sorrows of all sentient beings in the name of the great road, remaining indifferent. If the principle is not restrained, things will arise on their own; if the nature is not blocked, things will help themselves. "In the past, she was a little spirit, and I was the master of a realm. Today I saw her stepping onto the radiant ladder to heaven, and I realized that there would never be a possibility between her and me. We are as far apart as the chasm of heaven." Yun Xiang's clothes and beautiful appearance were his wishful thinking. "What do she and I have to do with this world, the three realms? The fallen leaves on the mountains, the ancient plum blossoms on the icy lake, we have the same original intention." "Mallow was originally a narcissist, golden bee, who offered flowers to worship the gods? The heart of the holy way has not changed, and she still can't understand her desire to become a saint together with her." You have seen trees that shed their leaves all year round. If you have seen them, you should also have seen people who look like they were the first time they met each year. The four seasons rotate, the fallen leaves dance gracefully, and the gods come to the world to meet you.