Serious version of the text, Meng Wanqiu spent his last life in a state of confusion. He was full of energy, he was enemies with everyone and was scolded by thousands of people. The ancient Buddha at the green lantern passed by with idle clouds and water, approaching death. When he recalled his life, he felt unspeakable tiredness and boredom in a trance. Maybe if you start over, you will have a different life, but why do the Demonic Master, the Immortal Sect rookie, the Xingji Pavilion elder... Why should they all come out to disturb your "ordinary" life? Unorthodox text, dream. Tao Yuanming. In late autumn, I wanted to go down the mountain and farm alone with idle clouds and wild cranes. "No, you don't want to," the Demon Lord, a rookie in the Immortal Sect, and the master of the Xingji Pavilion said in unison, "I think you need a Cowherd to plow the land for you." The author of this article updates from time to time, please do not escalate to personal attacks.
Purpose: Cherish life and stay away from neurosis