Dream Fairy in Troubled Times

In the original text of the ancient journal "Qingxuanji Making Iron Cans and Giving Food" included in the orthodox ancient books "Tao Zang" and "Zang Wai Dao Shu", there is a verse that has no separate poem title and no author's signature. It is just a world-awakening verse interspersed in the process of Yankou rituals, and it is a text that has been copied from Taoist gates since the Ming and Qing Dynasties. When does life and death come to an end? Things change, stars change, spring returns and autumn returns. Liezi controls the wind, and Zhuangzhou dreams of butterflies and dreams of Zhuangzhou. Returning to life is like a candle in the wind, gathering and dispersing is like retting on water. If you see through the trap and go back, you can travel to ten continents and three islands at will. The flowers of the weeds have faded, and now they have returned to Binhong. The dew is cold, the wind is cold, and the seedlings are all gone, leaving only the plum blossoms waiting for the snow to bloom. The illusion of life is the same in ancient and modern times. Who is willing to put his body into a dream? A hundred years of time flies by in a blink of an eye, and a lifetime of work is in vain. The sun and the moon reincarnate in the west and return to the east, and the light and darkness are the same in ancient and modern times. As the saying goes, people are never quiet when they are still. When it comes to the fruit of emptiness, it is emptiness. At night, I heard the drum beating three times, and then I turned over and listened to the fifth watch. Sitting quietly and thinking about old age in your spare time is like being in a dream. Republic of China period War flames are everywhere, and all lives are devastated. Master left behind when he died: mortals are powerless to save themselves, only immortals can survive troubled times Carrying his last wish, Shen Jichen traveled across thousands of mountains to find ancient scriptures in secret chambers, hoping to attain enlightenment and ascend to heaven. But when master and apprentice met again, they realized that Huang Liang's dream had finally come true. There has never been an immortal in the world. The so-called mysterious book of immortal traces is just a false dream woven by poor Taoists who are desperate for sentient beings. In troubled times, there is no immortality when you wake up from a dream