At the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, Qili Xiang is as white as green, like a blooming tea flower.
In the bush, the drunken Tu'er woke up again, and the miserable wind and bitter rain made her beauty grow old.
She is still waiting hard for her little Taoist priest. In order to predict when she will meet Fu Sheng again in this life, she has become the best fortune teller in the world.