True Stories About Gods and Demons

The "old man" with the appearance of a child lies in the sea of ​​clouds and observes the various conditions of the world. There was a young novice monk, knocking wooden fish with his hands, muttering sutras, and falling asleep. There was a faint halo on his white monk's robes, and the phantom of a big Buddha appeared behind him. He saw the Buddha in his dream. There was a little book boy, squatting lazily by the stream, sticking his butt out and looking at the small fish in the stream. He was innocent and charming. He was a child today, but he will be a child tomorrow. The man in white robe with a red python standing hundreds of meters tall between his eyebrows looked full of annoyance. There was a woman in red who was leaning over to wash her waist-length hair. Behind her, a white fox stood upright, holding a piece of silk between her paws. There are thirteen beauties who have conquered the country and the city and are called the Thirteen Wines, and there are sixteen heroes who are called the Sixteen Fus. There is a young man who has a teenage dream, and there is an old man who has sown blood and hatred all over the place. The flying dews are closing, the sun is setting over the long river, and the lonely smoke in the desert is full of pleasure and grudges. I drank thirteen wines, commented on sixteen poems, touched the head of a child, and slapped the hand of a book boy. He just stood in front of thousands of troops and nodded to her. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.