The rain outside the window seemed to know people's moods, and it was still falling, as if there was no end to this lingering sorrow, the sky was gray, the dark clouds were dark, and there was a thunderous sound in the distance, boom, boom, boom, a few thunders, and the buzzing in my head, and even a few drops of tea in the cup were scattered and fell to the ground.

I muttered, "It's going to rain····· There was an inaudible sigh, "I wonder if this is the same scene in the world?" "I went to the world hundreds of years ago, and I only remember that the moon was very round at that time, but I can't remember the rest.

Time will eventually wash away something that doesn't belong to you, just like a strong wind blowing across a lake, the wind is gone, and it can't take away half a minute, and my existence is like the wind that blows across the lake. My name is Ah Sheng, a spirit, which can also be called a dream, which is similar to those nightmares, but the difference is that I am a spirit, the highest level of existence, and it does not belong to the six realms of reincarnation, and I have been staying here for as long as I can remember, and it is called the Floating Teahouse. Help those who have died with obsessions, and get rid of their obsessions. There are some important things that I have forgotten, but there are some things that I can't forget anyway.

The reason why I have been here for so long is because my attachments are much deeper than anyone else's, because of powerful attachments I became a spirit, but if one day, my attachments are resolved, I will be wiped out and will not exist in the world.

I know that there will be such a day, and even, I hope it will come soon.

Suddenly, the sky returned to its usual color, except for the dripping rain from under the eaves.

I shook my head, I didn't want these things, pushed open the bamboo door, and walked all the way along the bluestone road, the bamboo shadows on both sides were swaying, the light and shadow were mottled, and the air was mixed with the fresh earthy fragrance after the rain, the fresh smell of the grass, the shadow of the green trees, and the fragrance and fragrance. I stood in front of the courtyard gate, and suddenly opened the door suddenly, the scene outside the door was full of yellow sand, and even the sky was like yellow water washing, dim and turbid, and the wind outside the door and the yellow sand rushed to my face.

And I have long been accustomed to this, because this is not anywhere else, it is the 800-mile Yellow Spring. Eight hundred miles of yellow springs, no flowers and no leaves, the yellow sand stretches and lingers, there is no living thing, naturally I am not a living thing. The four seasons in this floating teahouse were all created by me with illusion, and the bamboo, bluestone slabs, stools, etc. are all genuine

Moved from the world, I was tired and sweating profusely, but fortunately I have today's results, which is not bad.

I pinched the date today, Huangquan has a god to pass today, I am here to greet him, I want to ask him something, so I came to the door to greet him.

In the distance, a mottled figure came out of the wind and sand, and I only heard the tinkling bell from the tin staff and the ring, and the jingle bell came closer and closer, and I looked at the man carefully

The man was dressed in a plain white monk's robe, holding a tin staff in his hand, and the golden lotus rose step by step, shining with golden light, walking freely in the wind and sand, seeing nothing, and he walked towards me with a kind and loving smile on his face.

I hurriedly stepped forward, folded my hands, extremely reverent, bowed my head and asked, "Venerable, I want to ask you about something."

He still smiled lovingly, and said softly, "Amitabha, the donor, the poor monk can only tell you, everything is according to fate"

When he finished speaking, my face was full of tears, "Follow fate, everything is fate?" “

"Donor, you are too obsessed, and you will hurt yourself after all," he advised

"If you hurt yourself, you will be injured a long time ago, and you will be injured a thousand years ago" I wiped away the tears on my face and folded my hands, "Thank you Jizo King Bodhisattva."

"Amitabha, it's been a thousand years, the poor monk still hopes that the donor can let go as soon as possible, and the poor monk will leave first if he still has something to do" King Jizo Bodhisattva folded his hands and said to me.

Turning around and walking past me.

"Bodhisattva, you once said that hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha, isn't this an obsession?" I yelled at him

He didn't turn around and continued to walk forward, but I saw his body tremble.

Perhaps, we don't know what obsession is, right? It's been a thousand years, and I haven't given up, and now that I've found a way to resurrect him, I must try.

And the Jizo Bodhisattva, for the sake of all sentient beings, is willing to go to hell, vowing to cross into the last person before becoming a Buddha, isn't this an obsession?

I turned around and went back to the teahouse, made a pot of tea, and drank 'It's Really Bitter' alone

I sighed, but isn't this life?

Suddenly, I heard the sound of wind chimes blowing outside the door, and I understood that someone was coming, and finally, the first step in resurrecting him was about to begin.

I still sat here and didn't move, making tea and drinking it to myself, and soon I heard a man's sigh from outside the door, "Floating life?" It's a good name."

As he walked into the teahouse, I gradually saw his face clearly, looking about twenty-five or sixteen years old, stepping on bright yellow dragon boots, wearing a precious bright yellow brocade robe, wearing a white jade crown, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, plump and handsome, and he was also looking at me at this moment.

I kept drinking tea in my hand, let him look at it, the two of them secretly observed each other, for a long time, I put down the teacup in my hand, and looked at him indifferently, "Childe, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" "The first one is a big person, and it's really a joy to open the door.

He glanced at me suspiciously, but it was a superior person, and he recovered in a moment, "Girl, she was the owner of this teahouse, and she was rude."

"I don't like to play some officialdom, you just have to talk to me, I'm not just helping others, you need to exchange your soul, can you think about it? If you exchange your soul, you will never be able to enter reincarnation again, and besides, the fulfillment of my wish here is actually a dream, as the so-called floating dream, it is a dream that meets your requirements, you have to think about it, once it starts, there is no room for maneuver."

I said these necessary terms lightly, over the years, even if my temperament is lively and active, now I am much colder, accustomed to seeing joys and sorrows, human warmth and coldness, if it weren't for my belief to support me, I'm afraid I would have fallen a long time ago, and now I am much more indifferent.

"I think about it, I want to, I won the world in this life, but I lost her, please help me' Suddenly, the man's gaze became crazy and his eyes were red.

"In that case, rest assured, what I promised will be done" How stupid it is to jump into it knowing that it is empty, it is reasonable to say that I should be happy, but for some reason, I feel sad.

I put my hand on top of his head and probed his memory, the only way I could concoct a perfect dream for him, and a flash of white light flashed and some messy images popped up in my mind