A poem expressing piety

Xiangzi

Manjusri bodhisattva, calm, has magical powers to show people.

It's really golden hair, with a little pearl. All beings are absolutely famous for their treasures.

I swear today that I will return to life devoutly, not seeking wealth and splendor.

I hope it is the afterlife, a pure land, the home of a French king. I hope it is the afterlife, a pure land, the home of a French king.

Sacrifice Fangshan music movement along the river

Yin only helps praise and carries Fang Zhenhou. Sacrifice coins and prepare flutes.

Its courtesy is only Soviet, and its virtue is only clear. God listens, and the style is sincere.

Man Fang Ting introduced Xin Wuweng and Jiang Siwen.

Rich and extraordinary, as an outsider, Laiyang Jian Jiang is well informed.

Wendeng took advantage of the frost and wind. Coming and going for thousands of miles, I went to the altar to report to Gong.

Hold filial piety, slaughter the public and smell it, and enjoy the wine and labor.

When piety meets induction, the instrument is just enough, and the fairy is in the clouds. Life is a wonderful hand, writing strange looks.

From now on, I will sit and lie down and search for yin and yang.

Repel the ugly slave's real name and add words to the ugly slave's purple palace.

Xiuhuang in Laizhou Road? , each pious. They are all professionals.

Invite me to bless the meditation sutra. Save the dead.

How can my neighbor kill the executioner regardless of the future? Make a living by killing.

Pigs can't bear to hear pain and whining. The most injured.