Under the Qingming

One flower and one world, one tree and one Bodhi, one tree and one floating life, it's just a dream, it's true and false, sometimes false and true. What Buddhas and demons, what gods, what ghosts and monsters, what kind of barbarism, what you thought was favored by Qing Ming, is just a catastrophe of thousands of avenues. Everyone is their own protagonist. If you don't fight to cross the long river of fate, you will only be buried. Under Qing Ming, the avenues are impermanent... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.