A pair of clouds crack, seven worldly tribulations.
When the Big Dipper pattern disintegrated from the Taoist treasure, Qingwei realized that this "downhill practice" was a thousand-year gambling game——
Heaven wanted him to renounce love and desire, but Yunlu forced him to fall into the mortal world.
Under the live broadcast of the ghost market late at night, he bumped into the girl Tang Qiqi holding a selfie stick.
The rusty ancient sword in her hand fit perfectly with the cracks in the clouds under his feet;
The jade pendant around her neck reflects the unfinished Hexin wine he drank during his wedding in his previous life;
Every time she said "Taoist Master", Yunlu oozed rouge-colored calamity fire.
When the special department broke into the Taoist temple with guns, when the female anchor's live broadcast room suddenly appeared "self" in 128 parallel universes,
Qingwei performed the Five Thunder Jue with her left hand, and pressed the last button of the quantum computer with her right hand——
"They all say love is doomed, but what if this is the way of heaven... It's just a touch of red dust on the soles of your and my shoes?"
