The Bright Moon Does Not Dye the Snow in Guanshan Mountain

My current name is Minglou. I wear gold and silver, a brocade hat and a mink fur coat. My special hobby is to slap people. I am accompanied by a little Taoist priest who doesn't know how to laugh and eats a lot. I have slept for a long time, maybe twenty years, and when I get up, I like to run all over the place. But it's not just running around. The serious thing is to find out which turtle grandson was responsible for the ruin of my mother's religion and the ruin of my family twenty years ago. After my body and head were separated, my head was put in a box by a smelly Taoist priest and smoked with incense all day long. But there are always random people bumping into me on the road? Today I went to find a place to get some information, but I was targeted by the master of Linglong Pavilion who always wanted to find out who I was and try to trip me up. Tomorrow I ran into the powerful Ning Wangfei and said that I looked like his late imperial sister. Then the tailor asked me to go to him to get some stitches on my body... Those lost memories, things before falling asleep, and people who should not be remembered, are gradually traced back as the truth is revealed... The red rope of marriage brings each other together again. Will it still end in tragedy this time? The person you are looking for at the end of the world is actually right in front of you. Fate always plays tricks on people. You and I are just things in the pool and cannot get out of the roulette wheel.