The little green snake has been practicing for five hundred years, and once in a thunderstorm, a strange combination of circumstances led to a miracle. A timid and cowardly little monk, he is afraid of ghosts and death but insists on saving all sentient beings. In the Sanskrit Hall, deep in the green water and green mountains, among the human fireworks, there is a snake, a man, a demon and a monk. Five hundred years have passed by in a blink of an eye, but the hundred years I spent with you are like a long dream of stars and a burning fire in my heart. Qingshe: "What's wrong with you? Epilepsy? Are people crazy?" Chang Xing felt the mattress warm, "I wet the bed..." "After five hundred years of cultivation, I haven't become a god yet. Children come first!"
Purpose: Relaxing and enjoyable travel in the world