Encore pressed the pig button to wake up the system to answer questions:

Ding - [Main system: Hello, what is the matter?] ］

An Ke said in disbelief: "I don't even have the urge to abuse a man like Sun Wenchao, how can I go against the sky?" ”

Ding - [Main system: You have gone against the sky, but there are no lines of Gu Yue behind you.] Want to know more? Please click here. ］

Encore immediately clicked, and time and space flew fast-

Half a month later, Gu Yue sold the property and donated the money together with the overseas account, and she ran away alone in the middle of the night, holding the broken guqin in her arms.

Two years later, Sun Wenchao and Yu Zi divorced, and Yu's enterprise was suspended for review on suspicion of tax evasion and tax evasion, and all assets were frozen.

Eight years later, Yu Zi was released from prison.

It is said that among the bhikshunis in Tibet, there was a talented woman who adapted many classical pieces into religious Sanskrit music and sang Buddhist scriptures to the accompaniment of the guqin, which attracted the attention of many masters of Chinese music, and was also popular with the accompaniment of a love poem by the 6th Da/Lai Lama, Changyang Gyatso.

For so many years, you have been living in seclusion in my heart;

I have let go of heaven and earth, but I have never let go of you;

Whether it is gradual enlightenment or epiphany, apart from life and death, which thing in the world is not idle;

I sat alone on the top of Mount Sumeru, and I saw the clouds at a glance.

One plays the piano in the snow, and the other is a bosom friend in the snow;

The thousands of mountains and rivers in life are at your disposal to say goodbye one by one;

The flowers of the burial open and close in a certain degree, and the fruits of Bodhi play the empty mountain;

Sue sù me,

Those footprints you hide under the fallen leaves hint at how many sacrifice days are reserved for me to read outside the law;

first misunderstood each other on both sides of the Lhasa River, and then spent a lifetime running to each other;

I had an epiphany in a drop of flower dew, and when I turned around, I was knocked down by myself;

Evil fate follows fate, fate continues;

The white clouds are fluttering, and they are all gone;

As soon as I walked, the mountain was empty;

Who can put whom down, go, go, go.

I have used all the ways of the world to go backwards, in order to meet you in this life;

In my previous life, I had already left room for a long time;

I sat under the linden tree, silent;

There is only a dream between you and me, and no one can interpret the dream, it is the wind that interprets the dream;

The buds are flying, the spring and autumn are reincarnated, whose sword can penetrate Changhong.

In the early morning, with the scriptures in his arms, the day of his birth extends from the iron bowl to the blade of the sword;

is full of mourning, who is worthy of this statement, in the past and present life, suffering from gains and losses;

where to go back and forth;

The moon shines back in the middle of the lake, and the wild cranes run to the idle clouds;

I stepped into you, and a heavy snow sealed everything in the world.

Discuss our afterlife with a lotus flower, and then spend a lifetime running to each other;

After returning from the mountain, the hearts of the people in the world have changed for thousands of years;

In the distance, the cold mountains and light boats, the negative ones sweat night after night;

The nostalgia of the plum blossoms and petals outside the world, who used the remnants of snow to whitewash the peace;

The flowers of the present have nothing to do with spring, the throat is full of red dust, and the rivers are out of tune on the strings;

In this life and the next life, a Buddha name is the other side;

I stumbled on the white clouds, and I fell into the edge of the world;

The prayer wheel turned and turned, and Guanyin Bodhisattva still watched his heart night and night.

Who are you?

Who are you again,

I can only love you for a while, but I can't love you for a lifetime;

Forward or backward, I am afraid on the road of reincarnation.

Baihuamei's mistakes are wrong again and again, and the cuckoo is singing;

The sound of flowers blooming and falling, let the bees translate;

Love has long been lost in my palm prints, and silence is not bitterness;

Drinking water quenches the thirst of others.

All the Buddhas in the world have no beginning and no trace;

If you can retreat in a tear, it is inconvenient to be suspicious at this moment;

was stared at by a pair of lotus eyes in his thoughts;

In life, the leaves fall one after another at the slightest thought;

The sky is cold, and every tear warms the Buddhas;

The old things in the world can't be old anymore, who has gone, the promise of a lifetime;

King Kong turned into tears, and those who peeped at me became a Buddha in the blink of an eye;

Is it a qiē or a qiē is an empty reads;.

Who am I?

Who am I?

Amitabha, the Buddhas of the Ten Directions;

The stars in the dream are all lotus flowers;

how to complete the road of the world in one go;

As soon as the peach blossoms fell, I knew that death was too ridiculous;

This Buddha's shining plateau, three steps and two steps is heaven;

The blood under the lotus flower is harder than iron, and what sacrifice day is not worthy of my resurrection?

There is no more,

With or without it,

No, no, no,

There is no and there is;

I met you in the dense forest, within reach, but only silently;

And when it comes to a critical moment, the moon bends and thoughts are round;

With a crisp sound, the world is broken;

The edge comes to the flowers to bloom, and the edge goes to the flowers to fall;

Since then, I have sat on the green mountains, from a lotus flower to a snow-capped mountain;

Who can go beyond these six words of mantra;

A thin dream covers the sunny day of Sansheng.

In the season of the end of the law, some people set out and some people went home;

Cattle and sheep are born by mistake, and the grass is new in the dream;

I stood on the joint, and the Buddha paused at the crucial point;

In this world, the only thing that can love people to death is parrots.

Filled with infinite spring, I gently nourish my heart in Buddhism;

And when it comes to a critical moment, the moon bends and thoughts are round;

Who is it

inadvertently glanced at me;

The snowy plateau trembled;

Each time, I put up a treasure flag to pray for the blessing of all beings;

And the ubiquitous bodhisattvas sprinkled the valley with six-character mantras;

Sanskrit,

white clouds,

dream marks,

Meditation,

dynamic meditation,

It has been thousands of years;

After the blessing, the landscape in front of you;

All green, lotus blossoms;

The world is full of bodhisattva smiles;

Heaven and earth are impermanent, look back;

The Buddha is me, I am the Buddha reads;

Once a heart and a heart coincide, a complete life;

How much love to support, right now, how to use poetry and painting to penetrate the style;

She glanced up at me unintentionally, and the snowy plateau trembled;

On that day, I erected a prayer banner for you, and the ubiquitous Bodhisattva sprinkled the six-character mantra without squeaking;

After enlightenment, the sky is blue, and the plants and trees become merciful;

The woman, starting from her beauty, passed by the Buddhas and walked towards me.

The promise is exactly the trap set in the next life;

The one who squeezes into my left side is suicidal, and the one who slips away from my right side is diligent in nostalgia;

Standing on the single-plank bridge between the two mountains, the flowers in your hands reflect your past life;

There is always someone behind you who holds a flower in his left hand and a knife in his right;

A person lives forever, what is the point of living;

I was the first to leave early from the red dust, but you were late between cause and effect.

Once someone breaks jade in the middle of the night on the third day of the new year, someone will be completely broken at the fifteenth hour;

The mountains and rivers that can not be enjoyed in a lifetime, who should come to understand;

Say, the truth is simpler than the howl of a shrew;

Who is me in the vast sea of people, in the process of your coming and going, the beautiful woman is drunk in the wind, and the moon is mellow and unhindered;

hid all the voices of the world, birth and death;

The remnants of mountains and rivers outside of reincarnation are left behind, and no one cleans them up;

often not often,

Not often, it's often.

The truth of life is trouble, the truth of troubles is Bodhi, I have realized the truth and beauty, no longer play the role of the weeping woman in the nightmare, no longer covet the warm fragrance in your arms, the supreme Buddha fruit was born from the fire - you have become the most beautiful lotus blossom in my heart.

At this point, the whole drama of "Love Syndrome, Men Are Not Good in the Leftover Girl Era" ends