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In the dream, I don't know whether the dream is a dream. In the end, I am not myself. Beyond the mountains are the green mountains and the sky is beyond the sky, and the sea of ​​suffering rises and falls year after year. Once I had a sudden enlightenment and got rid of the golden lock, I found a wonderful method to cast a golden lotus. Life is like a mustard seed that hides everything, and the heart is like a mote of dust that holds a thousand things. A disciple of an unknown god has gone through countless reincarnations and witnessed the destruction and reincarnation of many civilizations. Who knows that the mirror is like a flower in the water, the moon is like a mirror, the reincarnation of life and death, and everything has come to nothing...

The afternoon is very lazy. Ten years have passed since the distant university days. Xiaoya, how are you? I miss you

I wrote a little poem to celebrate the 30th anniversary of the founding of Pudong.

Bai Xiao, a man born in the 1980s, accidentally took his son back to the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty. He is entangled in temples and rivers and lakes endlessly, wanders in rivers and lakes, opens restaurants, learns martial arts, and takes care of children to see how he supports his family and pulls children.

Father and son cross paths. In order to treat his son's illness, Bai Xiao practices internal strength, learns medical skills, fights pigs and dragons, defeats zombies, fights yellow and white foxes, encounters dragons at sea, and captures fierce tigers in the mountains. This is the worst of times and the best of times. The warriors flying over the walls, the knights flying in the air, the Taoist priests with thunder in their hands, the monks with golden bells outside their bodies, and the awe-inspiring Confucianists. When a whale falls, all things come into being, the dynasty collapses, and the world is in turmoil with numerous sects. A father and his son write their own story.