Golden Needles Do Not Cure Immortality

——Gu Wenqing can't figure her out. Why does a doctor know how to cultivate magic circles? Why don't you blink when you see killing? Mo Xun couldn't understand her, he seemed not to care about everything, but everything could affect her. ——Whether you are a human, a demon, a ghost or an immortal, you cannot escape the word greed, whether it is greed for money, greed for power, or greed for love. He has been greedy for something that should not belong to him for a long time, treating it as a belief. When the belief is broken, he does not feel pain, but is relieved. ——The weather is getting colder, and the first rain of autumn is falling one after another. He stood by the path and listened quietly. Through the blue brick and mud wall, through the branches of early peaches, through the unclear love or resentment, he heard the gentle singing: "... He taught me to accept the lingering hatred, avoid being spoiled and angry, and to renew myself, change my temper, let go of the past, turn around from the sea of ​​suffering, and realize early understanding of Lan Yin..."