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Monks were pulled from the clouds, demons were expelled, empires vanished, and mortal governments arose. Trains spout steam and cloud boats soar into the sky. The marshals put away their wars, formed corporate groups, and built factories. Young people dyed their hair in colorful colors, flew flying swords to evade police pursuit, and shouted and shouted as they shuttled between high-rise buildings. Telephones, televisions, cameras, and cars are popping up like mushrooms after a rain, and the changes are changing with each passing day, making it dizzying to see. In the gray fog area of ​​Tiandu, Chu Xiong received the care of his half-brother, which also allowed him to get news about the great writer's father. After more than ten years of dormancy, he finally waited for the opportunity to come.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, magpies arrive and build a bridge, and fairies cross over to the mortal world and into the lake. I advise you, pretty Cowherd, don't be curious, return home early, mother is at home, looking forward to it. It's not dark yet, my son returns home, closes the door quickly, steams moon cakes, worships the moon god, and goes to sleep happily. It was already dark, the son had not returned, the old mother was sad, her face was full of tears, dark clouds came and covered the moon. By the lakeside, corpses were found. The skins of cows and bones of children were all wrapped up and buried together. There is a white robe hanging in the sky. There are gaps in it, but blood and tears fill them up. There are no gaps anymore, and it is called the robe of heaven. The widowed mother cried, but the Queen Mother remained silent. She took the silver hairpin and tore her clothes, half in the east and half in the west. On the east mountain, there are gods, wearing cloud crowns and cloud boots, coming down the mountain to give money. The mother was wealthy but had no children. She was sitting in her house, wasting away day by day, and was alone on her death bed. Even in winter, it snowed heavily, the house collapsed, the money was buried, the corpse sat up, and blood and tears flowed. The crows arrive and peck at the carrion, and the villagers arrive, burn the bones, take the ashes, and scatter them into the lake. Another year, I saw a fairy with eight hands, who deceived the Cowherd, leaving only the bones in her mouth. The cow brays, the fairy laughs, the cow skin is peeled off, the bones and flesh are removed, the belly is round, and the white silk is spit out.