The Buddha shook Kunlun with his lowered eyebrows, and his few mantras appeared in troubled times.
The Taoist priest shakes the sky with one hand, and leaves no one behind with his sword.
The prodigal spends half his life wandering the road, just to have his heart broken once.
Her pink and red lips fascinate all living beings, but she cries alone in her grave.
When the book business is booming, it is unexpected that there will be nothing in life.
I turn the chessboard and the sky into pieces, who dares to come to the game of life and death?
The love between children and rivers and lakes is endless, and a few words of sadness lead a lifetime.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
