The luck that comes with birth has also favored monastic geniuses, but it is a pity that fortune is short-lived and will not run silently for a long time. Zheliu can no longer remember whether his childhood was like flying clouds, or whether it was peace and joy that led to immortality. He just felt tired from the coming and going of people in the world. When he was tired to the point of silence, he used himself as a lamp, and never heard the noise again...
Who can say accurately what is right or wrong in this world?
This article is written step by step, without any CP direction.
Intention: I don't have no way out, I still have my own way of thinking