This Hatred Has Nothing to Do with Fengyue

The most powerful spiritual disciple, the most elite sect, chose a master who was first in management and second in cultivating immortality. She only wants to practice Buddhism and become an immortal. She only believes in herself if she is not a master. Yueyin's practice rules: don't visit if you have nothing to do, don't come to your door if you have something to do, don't be half an inch long, and the best is to pretend to be dead. Horizontal comment: Cultivation of the mind is the top priority. Where did she come from? Who is that voice that has been with her for nearly twenty years? "Aniang, Aniang!" The patterns on the bottom of Xianghui Tower, the broken sheepskins hidden in the snowy abyss, the wooden fish pieces in Dream City, the painted lanterns in Wangjun Mountain... Luo Yuxiang, snowbird, bliss... "Who am I?" Deep in the secret realm, two teenagers stood ten feet away, looking at the slowly spreading seven-color lotus. On the stamen between the flowers, lying on the stamen, was a sleeping baby, as tender as a newly peeled lotus seed. The entire secret realm is filled with pure spiritual energy and exudes a light fragrance. "Aning, we want to send her to the human world." Lin Yueyin: The bright crescent moon is only hidden behind colorful clouds. Yulanzhi: Wild mountain orchid and quiet grass, solitary and straight in nature. Ning Ying: The mud blossoms, but the lotus heart does not fall. Liu Huaisi: If you don't laugh at the immortals, your lust will be weak. Intention: Seeking a word for change, seeking a word for balance