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Thousands of years of grinding and washing, years of tossing and turning

Everything is unkept, everything is indefinite......

Logically, predictably and early to think of In the past, this rich oasis was annihilated in the rolling yellow sand of the burial place This piece of western Xinjiang is really a boundless tomb And the ancient city of Linchang, which was once so gentle and rich, is also accompanied by scattered wind and sand and the hiss of ghosts like countless desert ancient cities, and disappears forever and silently in the fault line of history

Of course, year after year, there are many sons and daughters of the desert who continue to weave the dream of resurrecting that homeland, but in the end, all the people in the dream have disappeared and disappeared without a trace

The sea of death has become a veritable country of death The stories that once happened here were drunk and the culture that took root everywhere A handful of yellow sand disciples were left behind, and the traces of the past are difficult to find

The abundant spiritual and material treasures hidden under the rolling yellow sand are still waiting for the ripening of cause and effect, and the call of fate

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The sun is high and the wind is clear

In the noisy and noisy market and the richly bound antique auction exhibition, a high-ranking monk stood in front of a portrait of the queen of the desert and stared for a long time

He was dressed in plain clothes, and his hands were round with Bodhi beads, although he was in the twilight of his age, but the dusty breath of his body and the Buddha's baptism-like compassion made the people who came and went had to be respectful and reverent

He recognized it as his handiwork......

This momentary practice and the great virtue who has traveled through the world have mixed feelings

The sun shines in a trance, or maybe it's just a faint shallow shadow born from the brilliant crystal lamps in this exhibition hall, and suddenly the queen's kind eyes in the painting seem to flow out of a line of red cinnabar tears

Then, the red tears wet the yellowed rice paper, and slowly drooped down to the corners of the painting, and slowly flowed into the ground, and soon disappeared...... Together with the framed scroll, they all broke free at this moment, and fell to the ground with a "bang", the frame of the picture was broken, and the fragments burst out, and suddenly opened up a glass ice flower

Immediately after that, the ancient paintings, which had lost their special protection and were completely exposed to the air, quickly decayed When the special personnel rushed to the rescue, the picture scroll had become a mutilated yellow-black shredded wreckage The vivid image of the queen slowly disappeared Like a faint soul, the dream returned to the void......

At this time, the high monks who stood in front of the forest and carved in wood and stone suddenly felt like a Buddha

How peaceful his heart was, how calm his mind was, and how wet his eyes were, he understood...... Immeasurable eons ago, he owed a woman a promise to keep, and now he finally fulfilled his promise, and he said he would come back, and he finally came back......

The portrait that witnessed their oath and carried the strongest obsession and curse of the queen I disappeared The ghost wisp The queen finally saw him The fate of this thousand-year-old obsession finally came to an end

The life owed has been paid; The tears that owe tears are gone, and the secrets that could not be told in the past, but which are now wanted to be retired, will never be known to the world again

Back in time, the day the wandering monk Fadu left

In Linchang City, Fadu said goodbye to the queen of his heart And he tossed and settled in the morning, and made up his mind: the lotus thorn he left for Puyamedo was the magic weapon that cracked the formation of the inner hall of the underground palace that day

Although those who covet the Buddha treasure have been buried in the yellow sand, there are so many people who stare at the treasure and want to seize it

Although the stone door was closed and could no longer be opened, no one knew if there was another way to enter the inner sanctum

How meticulous and wise is Fadu He left the "Golden Tripitaka" and this "key" to the queen of Linchang And he himself left Attracting all the attention to his Fadu Whether it is a person with a different heart who follows him and waits for an opportunity to take his life for treasure, he never thought that Fadu has long since lost what they want, and it is impossible to guess where they want are

Because of this reason, Fadu must have to leave, and it is true that he cannot return to Linchang

Of course, is this the whole reason why he left Linchang and didn't go back, is it part of it, or is it not the reason at all...... Nobody knows, only he knows, even he doesn't know

But no matter how much you go around and around, no matter how many times you go through reincarnation, no matter how long and boundless you go through, there will be a day when everything will turn around......

In that life, kowtow and prostrate on the mountain road, embrace the dust, turn the mountains and rivers, turn the pagoda, not to repair the next life, but to meet you on this road

The paradoxical annihilation between the practice of migration and the method of hue and hue is in the rolling yellow sand, and the wind is eternal

The camel bells of the Western Regions haunt the oasis of the ancient city, and the young queen watches over her lover

Why haven't you returned home yet, you have walked through the clouds and crossed the rolling yellow sand......

Huqin and pipa tell the hoarse of the wind, and the wall is deeply chiseled, and the inlaid color flying sky whispers her love words

Who is the reincarnation turned a thousand and one times, and I can't let go of the root of the eight sufferings, who is who, and my heart can't go away, and I bless that little cinnabar like the Dharma

I have the Three Jewels in my heart I climb 100,000 mountains and go away I wish to be a catastrophe and an immeasurable pure sound Looking for your Brahmana steps to strip away my delusion Burning the suffering, thinking, acting, knowing, and the five aggregates of suffering, floating and vain, love and hatred Leaving behind all the rituals, I still long to meet you again after the three great monks, in the moment when a lotus flower blooms......

Ah, this vast sea of suffering, the soul is tormented, and I hope for redemption

Xiang Ye is not Xiang Ye

Pious vows to bow to you, bow to the Buddha and offer to the Buddha May the Buddha ...... Temper me

On the long street, the song "False Monk" came from the video store, and the vicissitudes and pure melody were heard

I'm going to go from south to north

I'm going to go from white to black

I want people to see me

But don't know who I am

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If you see I'm a little tired

Please pour me a bowl of water

Suppose you're already in love with me

Kiss me on the mouth

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I have these feet, I have these legs

I have these thousand mountains and ten thousand waters

I want all of this

But don't hate and regret it

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If you want to fall in love with me, don't be afraid to regret it

Someday I'm going to fly away

I wouldn't stay in one place

I don't want anyone to follow

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I just want to see you beautiful

But don't want to know that you're suffering

I want to get the water from heaven

But not your tears

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I don't want to believe that there really is a devil

I don't want to go against anyone

Don't want to know who I am

Don't try to see my hypocrisy

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With this faint melody slowly stirring up, it seems to be perceived in the dark void, such an invisible inquiry, its voice is dark, its nature is empty, it is ignorant, it is not stately, it is false, it is false, it is false, it is false,

"Why are you still wandering in this world?"

"Because here there is still an unfinished fate that I owe for thousands of years, I want to find her, I have to find her, I have to find her, forever, and now I have found a thousand years of obsession, and it will be over overnight, so that I will no longer suffer from the five aggregates of samsara; Sit down, get rid of suffering, get happy, return to nothingness, and get nirvana, and be at ease......"

Thirty-three merits of compassion Remnants of the desert in the west of the frontier to achieve nirvana I will take the pen to copy the Bodhisattva and then use the Dharma to laugh at the world

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What a relief and all kinds of chic and precipitation In the wind bubbling in the sky, the monk raised his head and looked away from the ancient paintings that were the wreckage of himself Looking straight ahead with the unwavering and clear wisdom of self-contained vision Just alone With a wisp of wind as a companion, turn around and go......

Thou hast taken my life, and thou hast repaid thy debts, and thou hast been in life and death through a thousand eons of karma

Thou art love my heart, and I pity thee, and thou shalt be entangled by karma through a thousand eons

Only killing, stealing, and fornicating are fundamental; It is the continuity of karma and karma

Dissent becomes hatred, and the same desire becomes love, although you have experienced tribulations, you remember the secrets of the past, and it is better to cultivate without leakage of karma (no troubles, no delusions) Stay away from the two sufferings of "hatred and love" in the world

All the Buddhas, the Dharma, the sages, and the holy monks, until Bodhi takes eternal refuge, and we cultivate all the blessings and wisdom, and we wish to become Buddhas for the benefit of all sentient beings

May this merit spread to all beings, so that we and all sentient beings can attain the Buddhahood together

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