Fan stories derived from Tianxia 3
[A Taoist priest, a female ghost, a beautiful and dreamy dream-weaving journey]
On a full moon night, a drop of his heart's blood made her a wandering soul conscious.
There are mulberries on the gloomy road, and the moon is shining brightly in the clouds. A poem runs through thousands of years, lingering about life and death.
He said, from now on, please call me Ah Jiao.
So, she followed him, year after year, through the wilderness.
Intention: past and present lives