Aubree sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting the name of the Buddha amidst the faint scent of sandalwood.
Suddenly, Aubree's body was enveloped by a faint golden glow, which then, like a drifting cloud, slowly transferred onto Anton Cook and entered his body through his mouth.
The silent moonlight brushed the earth, casting a gentle, cold glow.
Today's people do not see the moon of ancient times, nor does the current moon shine upon ancient people.
Did that slither of moonlight, three hundred years ago, ever gently brush his cheek? Did it ever witness the sorrow in his eyes?
Through the centuries, stepping through the torrents of time, the painting of mountains and rivers, and the enduring affections, gradually unfolded in dreams.
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What does it feel like to be devoured by a raging fire?
Pain alone cannot describe it.
The phoenix is reborn in the bath of fire and soars across nine heavens, roaming the four seas.
