The sea breeze blows for more than a thousand miles, from the bright red altar in the mountains in the south to the white ice field in the deer in the north. The cold and hoarse prayers of the old grandmother had long been dissipated in the biting wind. When the sea breeze fell, they came to a small river that had just been frozen, and when they landed on a five-masted ocean-going ship, they heard another pious and hoarse pleading.

"O **** of the water field who eliminates evil! I beg you, have pity on your humble servant, and remove the bad luck of the dead on my body... Avalokitesvara in white clothes who saves suffering! Please!

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