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"The Great World Series: The Buddha Emperor" is a fantasy novel written by the author, Ming Qi. The general plot of this novel is as follows: According to the legends of heaven and earth, in order to get rid of the karma caused by the past saints, the saints created the earth with their own methods. In order to return to the real Greater World, the immortals and Buddhas gathered together to open merit and return to the Greater World. After the Journey to the West, Tathagata and the others helped Zhu Bajie become Buddha in order to complete the last Holy Plan left by Taoist Ancestor Hongjun. However, Sun Wukong caused trouble and transferred the Heaven and Earth Fortune left by Nvywa to Zhu Bajie. After Zhu Bajie reincarnated, he became Zhu Tianneng and fought with the immortals and demons. Finally, he found the three major states of the Greater World and the Netherworld, and arrived in the Greater World. Finally, he achieved the Heavenly Way of Slaying Immortals. This story is fictional and imaginative. ---------------------------- The book "Controlling Buddha" was a fantasy romance novel written by the author, O God. The general plot of this novel was: As a demon with ideals and aspirations, Faith was essential. However, the monk... Can I not believe in Buddhism? As a lotus with a very powerful background and very weak strength, She really did not want to be sat on by Buddha. Therefore, the monk said, Let's not believe in Buddhism anymore, let's become demons ~ The story series "Half-Calamity Fairy" has been completed. ---------------------------- I Am a Monk in the Ghost and Spirit Studio was a fantasy novel about immortal cultivation written by the author Wen Fo Yuan. The general plot of this novel was: Thousands of demonic tribulations, endless destruction. The young man who had transmigrated looked at this cruel world and chose to stand up instead of submitting to it. 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Who was the mysterious abbot? What kind of powerful inheritance did his ten-year-old junior brother, who knew nothing, obtain? A bizarre temple had become a bridge connecting the five realms with just a simple gesture, carrying too many bizarre stories. Pork trotters, from then on, he embarked on the path of a divine envoy. ---------------------------- This Penniless Monk Is Really a Monk was a Xianxia modern cultivation novel written by the author, Ah Pang Duo. The general plot of this novel was: After the monk transmigrated and was reborn, he suddenly heard bad news... What the hell! You want me to be a super rich kid? You still want me to carry on the family line? Amitabha! This Penniless Monk only vanquishes demons and devils, not women… ---------------------------- This Penniless Monk Is Not A Monk was a fantasy novel written by Zuo Ji. 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Heaven's Wisdom Root, superhuman comprehension, instant comprehension of Buddhist divine power, opening Five Eyes to Six Divine Power. The Arhat Golden Body suppressed all evil in the world and was as immovable as a mountain. The Freedom Meditation was to observe the gods and Buddhas and comprehend the great divine power of the heavens. The Mighty Heavenly Dragon True Technique, the Heavenly Dragon Body Protection, the dragon's might was like hell, suppressing all enemies in the world! Talking about Buddha with Buddha, sitting opposite Bodhisattva, discussing the Dao with the saints…I am Fahai, the supreme being of Buddhism! ---------------------------- Bodhi Sword Sect was a fantasy novel written by the author, Smiling Proud Battlefield. The general plot of this novel was: Some desired longevity, some became demons with a thought, some massacred cities in anger, and some became Buddhas on the spot. There were mysterious visitors and Time Reversal. 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The following is the part of the lyrics with the word "fall" in the reference: - "Flowers bloom and fall, the wind comes and goes to the tower, relying on the rainy night to not be confused." - "The autumn wind blows over the hills, and the osmanthus flowers fall." - " The wind blows past, the begonia falls, and the ring is crisp. The fragrance is scattered on the ground. Butterflies fly between my fingers like a worry." - "Pear blossoms fall and apricot blossoms bloom." - "Falling leaves in the autumn wind." - " I don't see cherry blossoms falling on the surface of the lake in the capital." "Luo Han's Lyric Collection" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!

Here are some ancient lyrics: " Under the iron hooves of the mountains and seas, with a flip of one's hand, the yellow sand will be swept away. The white clothes and the Qing couple will thank the romantic flowers. The burning fire will bury the capital. The hometown and the green mountains will look at each other. A ten-year dream. Love and hate will break the Buddha." " I don't bow to the mighty heaven and earth, nor to the eternal prosperity of the rivers and mountains. I don't bow to the high hall and the clear splendor of the Ji. I only bow to my absurdity. Tonight, I'm not that person in the hall." "Who cares if the world is filled with hatred and the mountains are as picturesque as a painting." "Talking about Dao in drunkenness, breaking flowers when you wake up." "How many joys and sorrows, joy and anger, in the end, each has its own place. After closing the volume, close your eyes and read again." " It's the arrogance of a dragon. Remember, your name is Yan Huang." "When Chi Yan returns, the army will start from scratch and guard our country!" "For you, I will pick up my red dress again, pack up my luggage, and hide my radiance. This heart falls into the net of love. The world is absurd. The past is gone, and the vicissitudes of life are gone in an instant." "He said that there are enemies in the world, so there's no need to be famous. In the Jianghu, it rains at night for ten years, and I sleep on my sword and watch the moon half drunk." "How can a painting stained with blood compare to a little cinnabar between your brows? Even if the world was overturned, it was still just a prosperous scene. I just want to see you cry like rain again. I want to hear the swords and swords turn hoarse, and the tall buildings collapse at the last breath." " An Hongdou, the exquisite dice. Do you know how much I miss you?" "So fate is used to clarify that you suddenly don't love me." " That year, flowers filled the sky in Chang 'an. I heard the spring breeze weeping blood beyond the Great Wall." "The waves wash away the sand, the blood is spilled, where is the withering? Sacrifice to prosperity, who sings the return of the soul? The wind is full of reeds." "The old poem is like a flying kite. On the shore of the three roads, memories are deep. Retreat the bone umbrella, the end of reincarnation, eternal love." "The fireworks follow the flowing water, and the night is cold. Today's flower lantern festival, carrying a pair of painting lamps to guess. Yangxian tea floating on the water, pipa winding, jade flute back. Ding sacrifice Yi dance is ready, bronze mirror cloud hair beautiful." "When I realize that you will be on my left bank, holding hands and waiting for a peach blossom." "The moonlight is warm, flowing over whose bluestone slab. The rain broke and continued, and the yearning became a cup. If we don't say that reunion is fate, it will be difficult if we don't say goodbye." "He lit the lamp at night and read the Four Books and Five Classics a few times. It was her childhood sweetheart, Innocent, who stayed by the side. She grinds the ink under the lamp, looks at him with her eyes, watching him study hard for ten years, vowing to go to the Golden Hall." " Time flows like water. A quick glance. How many years have passed? It's just an understatement." "One generation, one pair, fighting for two places. If you look at each other lovesickness, who will spring for?" " Hugging the white snow, I know that I am dreaming but I am sinking back and forth, afraid that I will suddenly wake up and a grand tragedy is being played." "Drunk beside the new tomb, no one came to visit, the ghost fox laughed at me for being too crazy. The reed flowers are swaying faintly, and your flute is playing softly." "To be able to meet you in my lifetime, I actually used up all my luck." "Whose wounds are buried by ice and snow? Music and dance, music and bamboo, ten thousand people bow their heads." "I'll spend my whole life thinking about it, like flying flowers scattering like smoke." "I only want to protect the people around me. Then let's kill our way out of this place and stop the killing with killing." " The music stops playing, I listen to the autumn water asking the mayfly. Since the sky is dark, I can't measure the Big Dipper. How can I believe that yearning is the gentlest? I look at the flowers and dream. You and the twenty-eight constellations look back and tie me to me. The colorful whale tail is surrounded by red silk. Where love comes, this heart is free and unfettered." " Your wedding dress burned the horizon like fire. From then on, the setting sun burned my heart like cinnabar. Everyone said that peach blossoms bloomed in your eyes, but how could peach blossoms rain overnight?" " The firefly is willing to forget the summer night. If she has to part with this time, her skirt will accidentally be stained with lotus fragrance and fall into the net of dust." " How can there be two perfect Dharma in this world? I'm not letting down the Buddha, I'm not letting you down. I'm reflecting on my mortal heart and damaging my Buddhist conduct. I've never been so smart. Since I've suffered, I'll go west. How can I give birth to a beauty that can topple the city? How can I erase your figure as if I've forgotten my name?" " Every year, under the eaves of the flowers and algae, the pear is fried in snow. From the beginning to the end of the day, you and I will pass through the horizon. The sky is pale and blue, and the rain is wet. There are only a few words in the letter once a year." "Luo Han's Lyric Collection" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!

The following are the lyrics of different versions of " Fall ": - Ai Chen's version: The wind blows, the begonia falls, the ring is crisp, the fragrance is scattered on the ground, the butterflies are flying like a heart, and I'm with you forever. Should I stay in the same place as water? Time is pure. I pick up a wisp of spring breeze, and the spring breeze is intoxicated. I fold the willow leaf and blow it lightly. I look at you, but I frown. You say that the old dream has been broken, and the knot in the past can't be solved. The phoenix butterfly falls on your eyebrows, and I wipe away a tear. I want to exchange it for you for a moment. I like the lingering vow. I think you understand. Who dares to say that this love has nothing to do with the wind, the moon, the willows, the flowers, the wine, the bustling city, the lights in the eyes, the lights in the eyes, the lights in the night, the blue bird, the words, the With my appearance to accompany you, I can count the number of bright moons, phoenix-tailed butterflies, falling on your eyebrows, wiping away a tear. I want to exchange for a moment of your smile, a song that is lingering like an oath. I want you to understand. Who dares to say that this situation has nothing to do with the wind and the moon? - Tang Bohu's version of the song,"Who is it that pulled down a ray of light from the night and disturbed the already silent heart?" The bright moon hung high in the sky, the breeze and the stars pierced through, listening to the lament that the beauty had followed the world of mortals, turning into a waning grass, a long oriole flying and a long life. Love two two three three, but always think of drifting with the passing years. Flowers bloom and fall, the sun rises and the sun disappears, true feelings are like smoke waves, people only know loneliness. Who cares about karma, the ebb and flow of the tide, the full moon and the moon. See through but don't say it, who can tell? With the world of mortals into waning grass long orioles fly long life fall, but always think of drifting with the fleeting years. Flowers bloom and fall, the sun rises and the sun disappears, true feelings are like smoke waves, people only know loneliness. Who cares about karma, the ebb and flow of the tide, the full moon and the moon. See through but not break, too thin and who can say. Flowers bloom and fall, the sun rises and the sun disappears, true feelings are like smoke waves, people only know loneliness. Who cares about karma, the ebb and flow of the tide, the full moon and the moon. See through but not break, too thin and who can say. "Luo Han's Lyric Collection" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!