'The immortal tree falls down in the nine days, and immortal bones are dug up in the grave;
the Taoist priest drinks plasma, and the old Buddha eats preserved meat;
the six animals and five animals beat the drum, and the relatives and friends boil in the pot around them;
the evil spirits in the Changsheng wine are bloody, and the fruit in the killing banquet is bitter!'
in this world, Taoism and Dharma are becoming more and more holy. The mind of countless monks, scholars, princes, generals and dignitaries is, of course, immortality
the tomb of the owl God, the secret of heaven, the art of collecting pearls, the holy infant pill, the tomb of the dead, the shrine of the Yin, the humanized demon, the immortal medicine, the red thread insect, the blood fairy insect, the mermaid meat, the golden thread jade clothing, the five poison gods, and the Seven Star extended life
they kill people just to steal the [fruit of killing life] from the 'immortal tree'
until A sinister 'Fisherman' has come to the world
Wang Yuan, who was born with a small book of life and death, originally had only a simple and simple dream:
the pipes are busy, the smoke scene is long, the moonlight is melting, and the house is peaceful. I lean against the fence to listen to the wind and invite the stars
take your 'bride in wedding dress' to watch the sunrise in Taishan in the morning, admire Qionghua in Luoyang at noon, and go to Beihai to drink with the aurora in the evening
'but you are so fragrant!
No, don't run. I'm going to raise money to cultivate immortals today! Please turn around, baby!'
the bride's blood red veil fell suddenly.