The Last Monk of the Ming Dynasty

Cultivation skills on Penglai Mountain, searching for the path within the realm of Kyushu. Spring and Autumn pass by several times in the human world, and things in the world pass through frost and snow. The clouds in the ancient cave seal the alchemy and the stove is cold, and the moon in the cold pool reflects the faint traces of cranes. The fairy mountain is surrounded by mist and the Ganoderma lucidum is beautiful, and the fragrance in the empty room is full of Taoist charm. Sitting there, forgetting the fate of the world, the stars are turning around, and I don't know that the vast sea has already become a mulberry tree. Young man, this is the time to practice.