Prajna Bondage

"If there is love out of delusion, I will become sick." ——"Vimalakīrti Sutra" ------ The cold Buddhist son × the crazy princess | The ultimate conflict between Buddhism and lust Udumbara/White Bone View/Twin Buddha｜A feast of classical Buddhist aesthetics Kasaya Wedding Clothes/Sanskrit Mantra Written in Blood/Bodhi Love Gu｜Full of Taboo Tension "I offer you the Buddha's bones as an invitation to go to the world of nirvana together." "All precepts, concentration, wisdom, lust, anger, and delusion are all part of the holy life." Between the deep snow in the forbidden court and the ringing of the bells of the Buddhist temple, there is an evil fate that uses the Diamond Sutra as a matchmaker and the Shurangama Mantra as a matchmaker. When the sutra debate hall turns into a union banquet, when nectar turns into rouge tears, the fallen Bodhisattva and the crazy Shura kiss into ashes at the moment when Udumbara withers away—— It turns out that the most ruthless Zen is to be willing to bloom a flower for you in the endless hell. "It's not the wind that moves, it's not the flags that move, it's the love that penetrates my bones." She is a quenched poisoned Buddha headlamp, a startling glimpse among the ancient Buddhas with green lanterns, and the pomegranate skirt is about to dye through the monk's robe. She carved her birth date into the Bodhi seed, changed her blood-stained wedding dress into a mandala flag, and asked the eminent monk with a smile: "They say that love is like a calamity fire, and it can burn all the scars of your three lifetimes?" He has a snow-melted eyebrow blade, a faded hair tie wrapped around the Buddha beads on his wrist, and an unfinished marriage letter sitting under the Medicine Buddha's throne. When he cut out the Buddha's bones with his own hands and engraved the "Great Compassion Mantra" on them, and when Udumbara drank blood and burst open, he realized that the murderous murder of the family ten years ago was actually a heart-burning disaster sent by the gods. When the cassock wrapped around the cinnabar mole between her collarbones, the Buddha's verse finally became the most lingering curse: "There are countless sentient beings that I vow to save, but this rescue is not the way back."