People were coming and going in the teahouse. A young man wearing a Taoist robe took a sip of tea and sighed.
Life is full of sorrows and sorrows, no matter how many sorrows there are, there will be more sorrows.
Even if there are all kinds of sorrows in the world, most of them will disappear after just one cup of tea.
At this time, a young child tugged on the Taoist priest's sleeve and asked, holding a picture album in his hand.
Taoist priest, are there really immortals? Have you ever seen an immortal? Can you cultivate immortality?
When the Taoist priest was asked this question, he was stunned for a moment, and then he just touched the boy and said with a smile.
In my eyes, all those who help those who are suffering are immortals. If you are willing to help those who are suffering, then in my eyes, you are already an immortal.
