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Anonymous users2024-02-10Tang Seng is also crazy.
Singing: Zhao Xiaobing.
Eight precepts he recently.
I went back to Gao Laozhuang again.
It is said that he was born.
A good skin.
Fat head and big ears beer belly.
What it looks like to be an official. Nowadays people love to be famous.
Pigs are not afraid of being strong.
Sha Seng changed his career to be a singer and was busy.
A duck voice.
Dare to sing, too.
The rich and rich bull demon king.
Settled in Fanbang. Once his slogan.
Shout the loudest. Only Tang Sanzang who rode a white horse.
I can't afford to drive a BMW or buy a house.
They all laughed at him for being too stupid back then.
He did not marry the king of his daughter's kingdom.
Pity the old monk who recites Buddhist scriptures.
There is not a single temple that is pure.
Take off your robe and sit next to a proprietress lady.
The scriptures taken that year were burned down in a fire.
Wukong's international ** business is booming.
Milk powder and Lafite were sold out.
The Bone Spirits transformed.
became an idol. I heard about her appearance fee.
Bullish day by day.
Only Tang Sanzang who rode a white horse.
I can't afford to drive a BMW or buy a house.
They all laughed at him for being too stupid back then.
He did not marry the king of his daughter's kingdom.
Pity the old monk who recites Buddhist scriptures.
There is not a single temple that is pure.
Take off your robe and sit next to a proprietress lady.
The scriptures taken that year were burned down in a fire.
Only Tang Sanzang who rode a white horse.
I can't afford to drive a BMW or buy a house.
They all laughed at him for being too stupid back then.
He did not marry the king of his daughter's kingdom.
Pity the old monk who recites Buddhist scriptures.
There is not a single temple that is pure.
Take off your robe and sit next to a proprietress lady.
The scriptures taken that year were burned down in a fire.
The scriptures taken that year were burned down in a fire.
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Anonymous users2024-02-09Hu Yanbin - monk.
Lyrics: Hu Yanbin.
Composer: Hu Yanbin.
A ruined temple deep in the jungle is not noticed by pilgrims.
A monk is lonely, isolated from the world and no one visits.
Wearing a patched monk's robe, the cold wind blew through the rags on his body.
The skinny skin and bones of the housekeeping dog eat grass for three meals a day.
The gods in the temple are broken and mottled, still posing, staring at the curtain in front of the shrine, and there are huge black spiders.
Although the monk has no one to supervise, he still recites the sutras and praises the Buddha.
Eat food by yourself and hoe.
When they saw prey that could be used as meat vegetables, they did not dare to catch it.
Waking up early and going to bed late can seem hectic.
Conscientious and never knew the hardship.
Occasionally, I came here to stop here in a hurry.
Saihan waits and shows the way down the mountain.
If it was a young female benefactor who burned incense.
Frightened, the monk recites Amitabha.
Year after year, the monk becomes a dying man.
There is a Buddha in the heart, and doing good deeds is just a mantle.
How can we turn a blind eye to helping the young.
Wealth is something outside of the body.
Xi Wen and martial arts, the road to knowledge and strengthening.
There is a Buddha in the heart, and doing good deeds is just a mantle.
Lonely and lonely, meditate and cultivate to be refined.
Tea is light and coarse, and the intestines are dirty.
Work tirelessly to become a Buddha in the next life.
A ruined temple deep in the jungle is not noticed by pilgrims.
A monk is lonely, isolated from the world and no one visits.
Wearing a patched monk's robe, the cold wind blew through the rags on his body.
The skinny skin and bones of the housekeeping dog eat grass for three meals a day.
The gods in the temple are broken and mottled, still posing, staring at the curtain in front of the shrine, and there are huge black spiders.
Although the monk has no one to supervise, he still recites the sutras and praises the Buddha.
Eat food by yourself, plough and hoe When I saw the prey that could be used as meat vegetables, I didn't dare to catch it, so I got up early and went to bed late, and I looked very busy.
Conscientious and never knew the hardship.
Occasionally, I came here to stop here in a hurry.
Saihan waits and shows the way down the mountain.
If it was a young female benefactor who burned incense.
Frightened, the monk recites Amitabha.
Year after year, the monk becomes a dying man.
There is a Buddha in the heart, and doing good deeds is just a mantle.
How can we turn a blind eye to helping the young.
Wealth is something outside of the body.
Xi Wen and martial arts, the road to knowledge and strengthening.
There is a Buddha in the heart, and doing good deeds is just a mantle.
Lonely and lonely, meditate and cultivate to be refined.
Tea is light and coarse, and the intestines are dirty.
Work tirelessly to become a Buddha in the next life.
Amitabha.
Angel. Exhausting all the time, waiting for another chance, waiting for the turning point to get back on track There's always a reason why it doesn't feel right for you. At the end of the day, I need a breath I need a beautiful exit, a meeting that permeates my mind, and perhaps empties everything Then find true peace tonight Wrapped in angel wings Soar away from the mundane Far from the darkness And the frightening infinity You are pulled out of the swamp of fantasy and wrapped in the wings of angels, may you find solace I'm tired of walking straight ahead, but at every exit you turn to, there are vultures and villains who plunder...Follow behind, the storm continues to expand, you just construct lies on lies, lie (classics), keep deceiving yourself, you have covered everything you originally lacked, and it won't hurt to let go of these Let's have a last escape, It's easier to believe in such sweet madness I am moved by these rich sadness Wrapped in angel wings, soaring away from the mundane!
Go with the feeling.
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