Losing Money to Be a Tycoon

Rice beans: Xianqiao Xian

Six paths collapsed, the other side lost flowers. God bless you.

No more souls, no more places, no more sins.

Dead bones for wood, fangs for chopsticks, and the world's souls.

He's gone back to shore. Three-life stone. Extraordinary.

pluto

Mountain River is a bowl, grief enters the wine, the old dust, who has ever seen

The bones are dead, the death is horrible, the illusion is upside down.

Life, death, life, life. Why is it so hard? When did the slaughterknife go missing?

Go home. Go home. Go home.

.: Xuanqiao Xian · Samzen

The wreckage is piled up, the blood is bruised into the sea. Ask the world to see

If you don't ask the world to observe the monastery, please go to war, instead of meditation

The circle collapses, the dazzle runs out, whether it's regret or not.

Life is already a fallen demon. Sigh. Turn back to shore.

Lord Arc Light: Green Jade Case · Living Songs

The Buddha lay drunk on Yellow Springs Road, laughing, crying for three lifetimes

Blood stains people like animals.

The kite crosses the river, the soul flies away and scatters, biting the bones.

Rin Lin, the cold, brown sugar rain, the demon dance fairy go

Frozen bone burning is hard to get through.

On the other shore, like a neck, a string of throats, looking back at each other.

And the boss wants to write poetry, please play it freely.