Spiritual Sacrifice

Love is friction here, Cultivating here is as difficult as reaching heaven. Everything has its time to be served on the cutting board, Cultivation to reach the sky is just a dish in the pot. Conspiracies and intrigues are infested with fleas, It takes three years to flatter a horse. Everyone is the protagonist, You are your own protagonist, Who is the protagonist of the era? People eat everything to help them grow; The demon eater reviews it as soft, glutinous and sweet. What you think is transcendent, Just jumps from the bowl back into the pot. Who holds the stove? Who holds the pot? Who prepared the 'dishes'? Who invited the guest? Who set the table The song ends and everyone disperses front, back, left, right Where is the direction? Home Where? In fact, we are pretty good now, Isn't this living in a foreign land? You run around naked and no one recognizes you. It's reopened, come on, have a good game. Be careful, No resurrection armor.