The World of Floating Life

The gods watch over the end of the world, and mortals roar the hymns of destiny. Where does the "root nature" that creates all this come from? And will guide all sentient beings to where they should go. "Hey, boy, please stand back a little, I will die first this time.". . . "How dare you take your Mr. Donkey seriously! This kick will definitely hit your front teeth!". . . "Me, I can continue to learn from the Holy Spirit!" . . "Do you understand death? Don't you understand? Watch carefully!" No concept, no boundaries, no thoughts and no thoughts. When the saint's confession echoes, what choice will Ling Xing make? Whatever. There are sporadic joys and sporadic sorrows.