A monk is not a Buddha, and an immortal is not an immortal.
In the thick colors of Chang'an City, there is a world of rivers and lakes under his control, killings, and intrigues. In a huge whirlpool, how should he face that bit of authenticity?
Buried among the flowers and birds singing in Jinguan City is her unbearable past. A loose immortal from this world, or a Shura witch?
A monk is not a monk, a monk has no nostalgia, he saves the world in an unknown temple;
Outside Yumen Pass, amid the sound of camel bells, where is the destination of love?
Conception: