Yellow sand buries the bones of heroes,
A letter of loyalty, and the Buddha stands on his own.
The moon appears, scattering a flowing radiance,
The blue-clad traveler in the mist leaves no trace.
Are you afraid? One mind performing eight tasks, a mighty expert of the Divided Spirit stage.
A peerless work, painstakingly crafted over half a year with my heart and soul: I Rule a Corner of the Human Realm.
The entire book is about the salvation of souls amid the true lives of all kinds of people. A spark cannot be burned away or ground to dust. Your scales of desire tilt this way and that, while your stubborn kindness warms the heart.
The road to immortality ends in emptiness once more; the Dao leaves its name at the beginning, enduring through the ages.
