One is the Emperor of Donghua, who is eternally lonely above the nine heavens, holding the Lotus Sutra of Wonderful Dharma, far away from the affairs of the world; the other is the Queen of Qingqiu who sits in the East Wasteland and is spotless, stepping on the top of the clouds and mist, and entering the Taichen Temple.
There are thousands of people in this world, and she can fall in love with any of them, but not Emperor Donghua.
The secular world does not allow it, ethics does not allow it, morality does not allow it, and God's will does not allow it.
He doesn't tolerate it either.
What is destiny?
You are here, so I can't go anywhere else in my life.
Why does the Well of Gods and Demons fail?
By the side of Sansheng Stone, whose fate will be broken?
Who is the calamity of whom...
The affection is deep, the love is deep, and the lover does not know the true meaning of the dream words.
The night rain is cold, the dreams are cold, and the sweetheart does not know the dreams and is heartbroken.
No matter the hatred or resentment, it is already yesterday and will never be returned.
In the world of mortals, love is like a dream, like a flower withering, the water flows helplessly in a hurry, unable to catch your leaving figure, leaving only the warmth of the past, which we will never forget until death.
I have searched for you thousands of times, from sunrise to dusk, and I have been ups and downs in the rivers and lakes.
I have searched for you thousands of times, but you are never in the dim light.
——From the moment I fell in love with you, I was no longer a fairy!