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·Poetic Tea·Datang·Ancient Proverbs·Xianxia·Fantasy·Monster Catching·Hundred Ghosts·National Style·Buddhism· At the end of the Tang Dynasty, there were natural disasters and earth-shattering changes, demons and ghosts were in chaos, and strange things happened constantly. Behind the rolling world of mortals, there was a conspiracy to subvert the world. In those troubled times, there was a man with elegant poetry and divine power. Under the tricks of demons, he was forced to become a monk. He happened to meet three immortals from the world and accepted a group of demons and ghosts. He practiced Dharma and recited poetry, which was elegant and interesting. In the process of saving the common people, tea saints, poets, musicians, Taoist nuns, wine fairies, kings of heaven, gods and Buddhas, all the romantic figures in the Tang Dynasty came to him, handsome and elegant, elegant and otherworldly. "Donor, demons and winds are spreading outside the mountain gate, and ghosts and ghosts are telling strange things in front of the Water Moon Buddha. Why don't you follow me into the temple, taste pear blossom wine, and drink spring water and make tea. Listen to it, and see the clouds and smoke in the prosperous times. Take a look, and see the ghost monks saved in the last days." During the three hundred years of the Tang Dynasty, there were elegant poems, elegant music, countless romances, and countless legends. Bai Juyi met a pipa girl by chance at the head of the Xunyang River, and her pipa caused misfortune. Wu Daozi and Zhao Jinggong Temple painted pictures of the transformation of hell, and the murals hide mysteries. Princess Tongchang dies after her wedding, and old affairs in Southern Qi are stirred up again... The violent waves in the prosperous age turned into the gentle breeze in the apocalypse. There are so many kinds. There is a saying, Fallen leaves fill the courtyard, mist fills the branches, and the cold smoke becomes thicker, almost touching your clothes. Under the long song of the first lantern, the prosperity of the Yuan Dynasty unfolds. The red sleeves are full of joy and confusion, and the shadow of the lamp in front of the Buddha is held by a pretty monk. The morning comes and the night passes, and there are words about hundreds of ghosts in Jambu. Talk about ghosts and legends, all ghosts and heavens will be unified. The things in Lili's eyes are confused, half lost in the autumn wind and flowing water. Just listen to me one by one.