This world is far too dangerous. It is home to the ghosts and monsters of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, the mythical beasts of the Classic of Mountains and Seas, and the immortal gods of antiquity.
I'm just a transmigrator, an ordinary person asking for nothing more than a moment's peace.
Zhuang Zhou dreams he's a butterfly; the butterfly dreams it's Zhuang Zhou.
What is real, and what is false?
I've long since lost the ability to tell.
I'm no chosen one of destiny, much less ruler of heaven and earth.
I don't yearn for immortality or hope for reincarnation.
I only want to be an ordinary little Daoist priest on Little Green Peak.
I'm no chess piece, and I'm no puppet.
I'm a person, a living, breathing person!
Why? Why won't any of you leave me alone?
Hahahaha, hahahaha!
If that's how it is, then let's all perish together!
Let's wail together in hell, and cry out together in the Nine Netherworlds.
Until the end of time.
No, where are the master and junior sister? Suddenly it disappeared, and I didn't watch it again.
It looks good, but the old Taoist and the junior sister should not be dead, right? Did it move somewhere after completing the ceremony?
After saving for two months, I finished reading it in less than an hour. I really want to know the ending of Du Yuming.
Very solid feeling. It's real, not imaginary.