Jiangxiao Fantasy Spectrum

There are guests in Penglai, and the clouds are cut while drunk; there are books in Jiangxiao, and names are left in dreams. I can't describe the warmth and coldness of immortal officials, I can't describe the sour and salty taste of the world. It takes "immortal books are also human feelings" as its bones and "illusions are the world of mortals" as its flesh. It writes about a group of immortals who were mistakenly recorded in the heavenly list and mistakenly called by the world. They went back and forth between "Limingchang" and "Yanxia Cave" and finally realized that "cultivation is to cultivate people". He does not make empty talk, but only writes about the bitterness in the bones of immortals and the discord in the priesthood. With a cold and penetrating pen, he combines solemnity with humor, making readers suddenly realize that "the sky is the same as the marketplace" and "the marketplace can also be a fairy."