Bodhi Jin: Cross Me Without Masts

Black Myths of Buddhism and Taoism | Fateful Counterattack | Yandere Love and Kill Each Other | High-Density Reversal | Oriental Poetry and Prophecy Aesthetics The cloud island has no roots, and the silver flowers are lies. Qingheng's spine is locked with three hundred Brahma mantras, but he doesn't know that every falling "petal" is the ashes left after the Buddha's bones were burned in Leiyin Temple. Until that night, she picked up a hot bronze compass—— The bottom of the plate was engraved with half a blood-stained message, and the smiling eyes of the young man emerged from the cracks. He is Xuan Ming, the most splendid fallen spirit in the Bodhisattva's works: The cinnabar at the end of the eyes seduces the soul, the sleeves hide 80,000 ink murderous intentions, and the Shura tattoo on the back of the neck will bite people. He said: "Senior sister's roots are the devil that haunts me." He said: "You dug out my heart for eighty-one lives, but you didn't know that the blood from the tip of my heart turned into lamp oil in front of the Buddha." When the eternal lamp collapses, the truth grows like poison ivy—— The thirty-third heaven is a melting pot, reincarnation is a lie, and the verses used to overcome tribulations are mantras that extinguish obsessions. She burned silver flowers into fire, he split his soul into a boat, Under the shocked and angry gazes of the Buddhas, the lovesickness was burned into a catastrophe of killing the gods. "If you and I are destined to be lamps and wicks, Then these thirty-three lies will be burned away, and the night without shore will shine through. "