[Hot-selling Westward Journey fanfic | Dark healing for adults | Unit drama | No CP]
Five hundred years later, there was a teahouse at the foot of Lingshan Mountain.
The boss is a mysterious white-haired old man with no magic power and only a pot of tea. But his teahouse is famous in three circles - because force is not allowed here, and whoever does it will suffer the consequences.
The face of heaven, the rules of the Buddhist world, and the grievances of demons must all be put aside here. Want to fight? Let's have a cup of tea first and speak clearly.
So all kinds of gods and monsters came -
