Mortals Cultivate Immortality and Pass on Royal Power and Wealth

Purple air comes from the east, and a baby with white hair and strange eyes descends into the small village. The birth of a son by an old farmer and his wife is like a treasure. They are naturally charming and charm the neighbors, and the rusty iron sword turns out to be a magic weapon. Eight thousand words describe the childlike interest and sincere warmth of the Son of God in the farmyard.