A poem, when you are old and haven't finished reading it, YuYan's tears come out of her eyes and flow on her cheek.

"only one person loves your pilgrim soul!" The pilgrim's soul, thousands of miles, three steps and one small tapping, nine steps and one big tapping, that picture, that kind of piety, deeply shocked Yuyan, the warm flow of happiness in the heart, flowed in the whole body.

as if Linxie understood every thought of Yuyan, she read Cangyangjiacuo's poem once again: that day, I closed my eyes to the fragrant mist in the Sutra hall, and suddenly heard the truth of your chanting;

in that month, I...