A story originates from "Lingshan interrogation, the three Buddhas." ”

I replied, "Light a lamp, wait for someone, and if you come, it's you." ”

also had no hesitation, but there was no fate in suffering.

Lovesickness becomes torment every day.

Pious signing, asking about marriage, getting the best sign, thinking it is auspicious.

Qixi Festival, I thought that love and hatred would meet, parting bitterly, and I couldn't ask for it, all of which were determined by the front edge.

Then he gave a poem "Nine Machines".

Nine-card machine

A strand of silk is thrown, and the slightest thread is connected to nine machines. A reunion luck law, why not be afraid of eight hardships and lovesickness.

A machine, weaving a prismatic scene like flying. Since then, the cloud magpie stacks north and south. The makeup is skillful, smiling shyly, and the silver man steps to fly in the skirt.

Two machines, morning glory He is fortunate to keep Tanabata. Buried in Luoyan and Tianshui. Tiantian Jiukan, yellow buds tasseling, reward magpie return.

Three machines, the bridgehead looks up to Lang to come. Jiuxiang is not as unbearable as this. The cold winter is many, the spring is full of autumn, and the rice is late.

Four machines, don't pity the shore boat going south. Back then, ambition was only generosity. The mountains and rivers are broken, and the basil is my generation, and I can't bear to ask Penglai?

Five machines, the concubine is willing to endure and send the king away. Xiao Xiao fell into tears. Last night's candle shadow, the window flowers are still shining, and the twilight is as fast as a cone.

Six Zhang machine, once provoked Qingxi. Broke the girl's Ann Zen. I was too lazy to burn incense, I forgot about Yu Lei, and only the sunset was flying.

Seven machines, said to go and go back. How did the ten degrees pass away? I still didn't see you, so I covered my eyebrows and asked me who you were.

Eight machines, poor and forbearant pen and ink. Can you add to the quilt? Jun cherishes himself, the concubines are all fine, just waiting for the triumphant return.

Nine machines, the family and the country see Anfuyi. The town demon tower is afraid of the river. Why die? is reluctant to die, and has not yet sued Angelica.

Spring silkworms, silk silk as cocoons and silk flying. Parting did not meet the next life. Wrong fate, late meeting, and tired of flying.

Autumn clothes, stepping on the bridge to fly across the acacia. Acacia is more acacia. The red silk is re-tied, the marriage is re-determined, and it will live up to the return date.

Holding the executioner, with the old son.

Three lives are not enough, the world is good.

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Because there is nothing to gain, there is nothing to gain. Can't meet, can't video, can't speak, say it's eight characters to restrain each other, only in this way can you be stable. I never doubted, I only trusted, I didn't know his address, I couldn't give anything, so I could only write "Mountain Ghost" as a gift, and I lived up to an encounter.

After all, once the pot is granted, wisdom and wisdom are enlightened, and disasters are eliminated and disasters are avoided.

I only know that the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus ...... after all Still can't escape the template, can only be the villain.

There are words.

If people are not burdened by the form, there is Da Luotian in front of them.

The real positive karma is plain, and the real cultivation is also plain, not the chatter of gods.

I only know that the cause and effect are true, the fasting is not false, and the strength of the meridians is inconceivable, do not forget to practice diligently, think about it, and don't want the evil law to harm others, and eventually suffer backlash.

May all people in the world be born to the sun and enter the Tao without demons.

also borrowed the words of an elder who helped a lot this time, and everyone encouraged: "If you don't know it, pass it on, and learn from it." ”

This is the end of the story of the mountain ghost.