
Feng Luo Jiang Hu
by Stock Pen
About This Novel
There are Taoist priests in the east, practicing the mortal way; there are monks in the south, practicing the Zen of bitterness; in the west there are gentlemen, looking at paintings of old friends; in the north there are blind men, practicing the ruthless sword; the Taoist priests cannot break away from the world of mortals and do not cultivate themselves; the monks can't stop the six senses and rebel against Buddhism; the gentleman can't stop thinking about peeking at the fate of heaven; the blind man cannot see through fate and join thousands of armies; as big as the rivers and lakes are, people are small. Waiter! Bring a pot of wine, a plate of food, and laugh and talk about joys and sorrows.
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