The ruined temple deep in the jungle is not concerned by pilgrims.
A monk is lonely and isolated, and no one patronizes him.
Wearing patched monk clothes, the cold wind blew through rags.
The watchdog is skinny and eats grass three times a day.
In the temple, the immortal is broken and mottled, still staring at Pose.
There are huge black spiders hanging on the curtain cloth in front of the shrine.
Monks recite scriptures and praise Buddha without supervision.
You must cultivate and hoe the land by yourself. You dare not catch the prey that can be used as meat dishes.
Getting up early and going to bed late is very busy and serious, and I never know the hardships.
Occasionally come to rest on the road, where I fast for dinner and show the way down the mountain.
If the incense burner is a young patroness, the monk will be scared to read Amitabha.
Year after year, monks become old and weak.
Year after year, monks become old and weak.
It's just a cover to have a Buddha in your heart to do good deeds.
How can you turn a blind eye to helping children and Confucianism?
The wealth of the powerful is a thing outside the body.
The road to strengthening the body with martial arts knowledge
It's just a cover to have a Buddha in your heart to do good deeds.
Loneliness, loneliness, meditation, exquisiteness
Tea is light and rice is thick, and it wears dirty intestines.
Spare no effort to become a Buddha in the afterlife.
The ruined temple deep in the jungle is not concerned by pilgrims.
A monk is lonely and isolated, and no one patronizes him.
Wearing patched monk clothes, the cold wind blew through rags.
The watchdog is skinny and eats grass three times a day.
In the temple, the immortal is broken and mottled, still staring at Pose.
There are huge black spiders hanging on the curtain cloth in front of the shrine.
Monks recite scriptures and praise Buddha without supervision.
You must cultivate and hoe the land by yourself. You dare not catch the prey that can be used as meat dishes.
Getting up early and going to bed late is very busy and serious, and I never know the hardships.
Occasionally come to rest on the road, where I fast for dinner and show the way down the mountain.
If the incense burner is a young patroness, the monk will be scared to read Amitabha.
Year after year, monks become old and weak.
Year after year, monks become old and weak.
It's just a cover to have a Buddha in your heart to do good deeds.
How can you turn a blind eye to helping children and Confucianism?
The wealth of the powerful is a thing outside the body.
The road to strengthening the body with martial arts knowledge
It's just a cover to have a Buddha in your heart to do good deeds.
Loneliness, loneliness, meditation, exquisiteness
Tea is light and rice is thick, and it wears dirty intestines.
Spare no effort to become a Buddha in the afterlife.
amitabha ......
amitabha ......