In ancient times, there was a Taoist who devoted himself to practice, went through many disasters, and finally reached the ninth level; he was named Guzhao, and he lived idle and enjoyed the sunshine. In the mausoleum valley of vicissitudes, only the real person could be found.
"You and I are not destined to be together, we are just a speck of dust in reincarnation, just brush it away, why are we entangled."
"How can I be willing to accept my obsession?"
Intention:
