Hear Ghost Whispers in the Apocalypse

Miasma filled the sky, and the stars were out of order. Thousands of households are as desolate as fallen leaves, and thousands of cities are silent and empty. The walker is staggering but not a drunkard, and the green fire in his eyes shines on Hanchuan. It's not the devil who can eclipse the sun, it's the people's hearts that are hanging upside down. Suddenly, in the bloodstains on the long street, the broken plum blossoms still have ancient roots. Scholars holding scrolls stand among corpses, and the rotting bones become mountain monks. Xiao Yun said: "This body has been sent to heaven and earth for a long time, so why worry about insects and ants eating the skin. Let's see when the cold moon soaks the marrow, the clear brilliance is not diminished by the old time." At that time, the setting sun melts iron and casts desolate roads. The man holding the sword suddenly heard the chirping of cranes in the clouds, and then he realized that the field of Shura was the realm of Bodhi. The carrion will eventually turn into loess, and the only sound left is the sound of the river knocking on the empty city day and night - it turns out that the rise and fall have been like this through the ages, but it is just a cycle of yin and yang.