Searching for Incense

At that time, it was a rare and prosperous time for immortality in a thousand years. Purple and green twin thunders descended with auspicious clouds, Two swords of frost and mist flew down from the sky, The three realms of immortals, demons and demons are searching for Gusu to seize the banished immortal. Everyone gets a son. It's hard to distinguish between true and false, There is only one person, Jump into a sect that is on the verge of disappearing, Pull out two scriptures with hidden secrets... All sentient beings on the great road have their own desires. Exactly: The blue sky and the yellow spring are endless, and I am busy asking for immortality for a while. Don't seek thousands of dreams of immortality, but seek the scent of reincarnation.