The dark clouds in the sky suddenly revealed gaps, and countless beams of light poured down, instantly making the whole world colorful. That beam of light, like a magical paintbrush of nature, freely sways between heaven and earth, outlining a dreamlike and illusory scene. Under the reflection of the Tindar light, the wild grass sways like a spirit endowed with life, shimmering with light. The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, shrouded in light, appears even more solemn, sacred, and inviolable. I stared blankly at everything in front of me, feeling endless emotions and shock in my heart.
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