In This Taoist Temple, There Are All Generals

[Non-traditional and refreshing article on cultivation! Mining Clearance ReminderNo system, no brainless fun, emphasis on plot and foreshadowing, slow start in the early stage, please enter with caution. There is a poem that says: The root of the road under Qinglong Cliff is broken, and the two blades are overlapping and a thousand blades are cold. The elixir ashes fell to the ground and all three lives were gone, leaving only residual words and dry tears. The abandoned altar was blown away by the wind and the lonely lamp was extinguished. The old friend stayed alone on the pine-moonlit night. If you don't count the years in the human world, the mountains are high and the rivers are far away, and there are still a few calamities. No one knows what this poem means or what it is about, including Yang Zhengtian himself - a child who was born in a Taoist temple, whose life experience is a mystery, and who has a special fate of four souls and seven souls. He didn't have any dreams, he just wanted to live a good life and live a smooth life. Until that day, everything changed...