A Fairy in the Mortal World

Husband, the Great Dao is nameless and nourishes all things. How can it be that he is the only one who favors immortal seeds with spiritual roots? The abandoned old house, the decaying threshold of the orphaned child, looked at the moonlit fields and felt envious: he was carefree and careless, not caring about the place where he was born. The spiritual roots are messy, the path to immortality has been cut off, and it should have been annihilated in the mortal world. However, the Taoist got drunk all of a sudden, poured the remaining wine on the earth's veins, and babbled some mysterious words: "Life is like grass and grass. It is not meant to be humble, but to live forever." The young man then realized: I don't envy the fairy plants and Yao grass, but they grow wildly in the wild. Observing the withered leaves of grass, one can know the true meaning of reincarnation; Listening to the waterfall cut off, one can realize the strength and softness of the sword's heart. Accept the majestic energy of heaven and earth into the miscellaneous spiritual roots, and perform the birth and death of all things in the self-created Tao. Since then: Use grass as a sword to split stones and divide clouds, and cut off the shackles of the immortal gate; With the heart as the field, the wild fields are set on fire, and the principles of self-cultivation are redefined. People in the world were puzzled and scoffed: "How dare the wormwood in the back alleys shake the heavens?" But I saw him draw his sword—— The spring breeze blows and the wildfires are burning again. In the end, three thousand Taoist treasures were taught, and they all ended up in places that "shouldn't have grown up"!