Zui Qianshan

This is not a story about poetry and wine. Two similar souls, one in the temple, the other in the world, each holding on to their own persistence, struggling silently in their own quagmire. They have never met, but they look at each other from afar in dreams every tired night. Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, and butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou. Fighting to the end of the world with a sword, or bringing peace to the people and helping the world - which kind of life do you want to be wonderful? Maybe the answer doesn't matter. The important thing is, no matter which one you choose, there is always someone in this world who lives another life for you.