When she was three hundred years old, Father Hu Yan sent her to Qingcheng.
When he was five hundred years old, he was pushed off the top of a cliff and fell into the mortal world.
Corpses everywhere, eyes blurred by blood,
Once you become a demon,
Yin and yang scissors, the cut love thread, who sealed it on the road to Huangquan, in the Sansheng Stone,
From now on, I can no longer smell the fragrance of orchid flowers, hear the song of kingfishers, see the blue sea, taste the delicate sweet and sour, and no longer feel the warmth.
Loved deeply, hated bitterly, laughed at, cried bitterly,
The world of mortals is full of greed and delusion.
Love is deep and shallow, don't climb into it,
Be it a living being or an animal, you will see it in the underworld.