Changhai Xiuxian Road

[Ancient method of hand rubbing; ordinary people's flow, most of the time it is ordinary daily writing] The cold body of the ruined temple is like silk, and a little green light changes life and death. Ten years of ax and chisel sharpen the iron bone, and the border crossing thousands of miles shines on the heart. What happened to the gathering and dispersion of Qinglian? The remaining scriptures from the ancient tomb are beginning to appear in the sky. The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult, where is the road? The tears have dried up after praying for nine turns. Taiyin refines the innate body, and the ups and downs of a world can be observed from the palm of your hand. All the great things are broken into pieces and soared away. The road ahead is so vast that it's easy to wait.