There is a fairy mountain deep in the white clouds, and there is a gathering of white clouds at the foot of the white clouds.
There is a coffin shop in Baiyunji, and there is a boss Yan in the coffin shop.
Boss Nayan was born blind and walked like a tiger with a cane.
There are fairy mountains deep in the white clouds, and there is a Daqing River at the foot of the white clouds.
A young man passed by the river. The young man wore a pair of leather gloves and had three rings embedded in his ten fingers.
That young man was a born cripple and had no spiritual veins to cultivate since he was a child.
Boss Yan poked his head out of the coffin shop and saw the clear water, fat fish and white clouds gathering in the waves. He also saw the new young people in the village.
Ah Qing, the God of Ear Reports, poked his head out of the small coffin and stumbled: Lord, master, you, you, you
Boss Yan said angrily: "Let's get to the point."
Ah Qing said: Master, you died at his hands five years ago...
[The main subject/strictly speaking is the lower year/lower demon]
Intention: Under the three-foot blue sky, I am the only one who can look down on me