I pinched his hair and began to chant the mantra in a pretentious manner: "Amitabha, a thief of fire and water, a prison of swords and arrows, a life in vain, nothing will be ...... Once upon a time, there was ice in winter, rain and water in summer, and in autumn, your voice was warm and warm in the distance......"

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