That is, the bodhisattva’s chagrin is full of heart.
The song is free and easy, but with a deep sense of contradiction and complexity, it touches the mood of the owner of the song.
Ye Gucheng was surprised to see a middle-aged man dressed in a Confucian fairy sitting in a small boat and poking leisurely from the stern into the water, his eyes flashing with a single paddle.
When Ye Gucheng today, few people are so close to him, but he can’t feel telepathic. But this middle-aged man is not far away. If he doesn’t look at his eyes, it seems that he is not in general.
The man looked Gherardini. "Brother, can you board the ship for a chat?"
Ye Gucheng floated to the boat and stood in the bow in white as snow and stood in the wind, as if the middle-aged man flying fairy in the painting had a long and unutterable eye. The wood pulp fell deeply on Ye Gucheng’s body, and the boat moved slowly along the river, as if there were nothing left but this boat.
Ye Gucheng withdrew his gaze from the river and carried a middle-aged male road. "There will be a big storm soon."
Middle-aged men’s way "Yes, the wind and rain turned white clouds into dark clouds." The voice flashed across the long sky and suddenly turned dark. Ye Gucheng claimed that the middle-aged male words of Baiyun City Lord naturally pointed out that white clouds turned into dark clouds. Isn’t it an allusion to Ye Gucheng?
Ye Gucheng didn’t get angry because of this. He never got angry. He slowly turned to the front. The middle-aged man’s eyes were as sharp as a sword’s edge. The middle-aged man seemed to be going straight into his heart. His eyes were as if he would never turn into an iceberg. He sighed leisurely, "The evil king’s style is really extraordinary."
The middle-aged man is Shi Xuan. He said in a normal tone, "The Lord is a man from outside the world, and Hanlon is my younger brother. You want him to look down on Shimou too much."
It’s hard to find Dashi Temple outside the city if you’re not familiar with Chengdu. Fortunately, Li Zhichang asked kewei to find the way. One man and one sword Shi Shiran came to Dashi Temple. Except Shi Qingxuan, one man and five hundred arhats listed a kind of Zen interest, and the sound of insects was crisp and clear, which made it more beautiful here.
Familiar with the flute, it moves slowly like a mountain flowing spring, hitting the Millennium old rock, which always gives people the imagination. After all, Li Zhichang didn’t say anything, waiting quietly for Shi Qingxuan to finish the Xiao Qu.
When the flute sound disappeared, there was a song.
Being born less than 100 years old often worries about being a thousand years old.
Days are short, nights are long, and you can’t travel by candle!
Can Le stay in Leeds at that time?
Fools cherish it, but later generations despise it.
The immortal king Qiao can’t wait.
Shi Qingxuan narrated one of the 19 ancient poems, and it was another touching and sudden birth. It would give people an indescribable mood to spit out sorrow and bitterness from her mouth.
Li Zhichang said, "Xiao Yi, a girl, has made people forget the customs and is deeply involved in Taoism."
Shi Qingxuan casually said, "Brother Li, I really bothered you when I asked you to come here, but I really had to make difficulties."
Li Zhichang indifferently said, "Murphy Qing Xuan, do you want to give me the undead print?"
Shi Qingxuan said, "It’s no wonder that the old man always said that you were right about everything."
Li Zhichang faintly looked at the 500 arhats in this ancient poetry hall. "Ah, I want to try to seize the green grace. You don’t know that there is an inexhaustible martial art hidden in these 500 arhats."
Shi Qingxuan listened to Li Zhichang’s words to reveal a look of surprise and slowly said, "I don’t know how many people go back and forth in Dashi Temple, and only Li Xiong saw the mystery at a glance."
Li Zhichang said, "It’s a pity that I don’t like the bald donkey. Let it go."
Shi Qingxuan faint way outside the stone temple, "I didn’t expect Li Xiong to be willing to destroy all the five hundred arhats. If the master of the stone temple knows that I brought Li Xiong to Qingxuan, it is even more right."
A loud Buddhist name rose leisurely. At this time, an old voice said, "If you want Buddhism in your heart, even if hell is a bodhisattva Dojo, whether Lohan is destroyed or not is in your heart."
I saw an old monk with a hunched back and a gray robe cleaning the fallen leaves outside Dashi Temple with his heart set on his back.
Li Zhichang leisurely said, "Monks are this generation of Buddhist mountain guards. I don’t think I can lead you out without destroying these five hundred arhats."
The old monk’s back suddenly became majestic and straight at once, but he didn’t turn around and was tepid and slow. "It turned out that the benefactor had already noticed that I wanted to lead me out. Ah, if I had known this, the monk should have come out earlier."