The Demonic Codex of Life and Death

Bitter wine ferments in the shadowy rivers and lakes, while carefree youths know no sorrow. Silver swords and golden blades, spring leaves falling: immortals, Buddhas, demons, and ghosts, who can say what is right or wrong?

With a turn of the hand, the mortal world shifts; with a flip of the palm, rain falls. A daughter dances to a gentle tune. At Yangguan, the road forks. Between life and death, who would drink themselves into a stupor from the dregs of a pot?, Biancheng Lao Sun