In the dark night, on the edge of the cliff, a man wearing black clothes, a black cloak, and a black hood looked up at the stars and the bright moon. At this time, a gust of breeze blew by, fluttering the black cloak on his body. . . .
The man looked at the bright moon in the sky and murmured: The dream... Is not far away... You have to wait for me... Wait for me to go back... To find you...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
Reader comments
I don't know the fighting Buddha in Lingshan Mountain, I only know the flowers and fruits that equal the heaven.
I don't know the fighting Buddha in Lingshan Mountain, I only know the flowers and fruits that equal the heaven.