Lu Daochang's Chronicles of the Human World

Some people practice immortality in order to live forever, while some people practice Taoism in order to be unparalleled in the world. Lu Yao was different. He went down the mountain simply because the rice vat in the temple was empty. The autumn rains continued that year, and the old Taoist priest kicked his legs out, leaving behind a leaky Taoist temple, a black pottery pot with cracked sides, and a book called "The Record of the Red Dust" without a word in it. The old Taoist priest said: "Whenever you fill up the book, you will come back and visit my grave." So, Lu Yao picked up his book, carried the peach wood sword that looked like a fire stick, and stepped into this bizarre world. … This road has high mountains and long rivers. He has seen an actor with only half a face singing sadly under the moon, just waiting for an audience; He has seen yellow-skinned men who wanted to imitate others, kowtowing until their heads were bleeding, just for the sake of being exonerated; He has seen the lofty clay sculptures of gods and Buddhas, and he has also seen the obsessions of mortals as humble as dust. What the world sees as monsters and monsters, to him, are just lost neighbors; What the world sees as earth-shattering, in his writing, is just a bowl of hot soup and a big dream. This is the story of a half-hearted Taoist priest who eats and drinks, mends the sky and saves people in this world that is neither true nor illusory, weird and romantic. "Borrowed it, borrowed it." "I'm just passing by. I want to borrow a few taels from Hongchen to drink."