The waste bird throws down the gods

Chapter 134
"From now on, you will still be the merciful and compassionate Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva. You will still be the ignorant Phoenix Princess in the Nine Heavens. Just miss it like this. I only hope that we will never meet again in this life."

After that decisive farewell, from then on, Guan Shishen Liyin has realized the truth.

On the other side of the eye, there are Gesang flowers blooming all over the mountains and plains, swaying with the wind, looking very beautiful.Although you can see it but you can't reach it, but what if you can't reach it?The beauty is the same even if he can't reach it. Looking back, he thought that the snow lotus bloomed on the top of the iceberg. Although he couldn't see it, he could remember it. beautiful.

Forgive me for thinking of you again, you are beautiful when you are here, nothing compares to it, and you are beautiful when you are not, meeting is beautiful, parting is equally beautiful, dreaming of each other, the price is even more expensive: if I want to send you Parting gift.I will give you a string of invisible footprints, and you will give me two lines of tangible tears. If you can think clearly, you can think beautifully, and if you think openly, you will know that the flowers really bloom: I have forgotten what you took away. Shadows, but I can't forget the brilliance you brought. Flowers, bloom as soon as you want, but don't bloom if you don't want to?

You obviously don’t want to drive, but you still drive, because not driving is more tiring than driving, and I am the same: I can’t help looking at you, but I can’t help thinking of you, thinking of you is more intoxicating than seeing you: where is the secret fragrance? ?Maybe it's the snow lotus on the iceberg.Perhaps it is a Gesang flower that grows secretly, always quietly and irresistibly filling the heart and lungs.Now I use a lotus flower to discuss our afterlife. Since we have spent our whole life rushing towards each other, we don't have to remember that dream of two lives.

After returning from the mountain tour, I found that people’s hearts have changed for thousands of years. The cold mountains and light boats are far away. The world is full of mortals, the rivers are out of tune on the strings, in this life and the next life, a Buddha's name is the other shore.

"Amitabha! Almighty, girl, forever, goodbye."

From then on, from then on, I have been walking in this world of mortals. How can I finish the road in the world at one time? When I saw the peach blossoms falling all over the mountains and plains, I discovered this world of mortals.Everyone suffers, but as soon as the peach blossoms fall, I know
The way to die is too absurd. I miss this plateau where the Buddha shines. It is a place where three steps and two steps lead to heaven. Under the lotus, my blood is stronger than iron and stone. Which festival day is not worthy of my resurrection? No, yes, no. , No more, no more, no more, just forget all of this, and treat it as just a dream.

If we meet again in this life, I met you in the dense forest, within reach but can only face each other silently, and when the critical moment comes, the moon will bend and miss and round, a crisp sound, the world is cut off, fate comes and flowers bloom, fate Going to Hualuo, from then on I will rest on the green hills, from a lotus to a snow mountain, whoever can cross these six-character mantras will forget all of this, probably, everything that happened between the two of us is just a thin layer Dreams, the sunny sky covering the three lives, the season of the end of the Dharma, some people set off, some people go home, cattle and sheep mistake their lives, the grass is new in the dream, I stood at the key point, the Buddha paused at the key point, The only thing in this world that can make people love to death is a parrot

I have tried to use all the roads in the world, backwards, in order to meet you in this life, I have already left room in my previous life, and I have returned from a mountain tour.The river in front of the door is being distorted by strange folk customs.

He looked back and stared at the distance as if very emotional, the woman who moved him in the world of mortals, the woman who was destined to be doomed as soon as he saw it, goodbye.

The white-clothed monk finally left, "Probably I lost! It's fine if I lose. Just forget it like this. Forget each other. One is different from the other, and each is happy."

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