Ten Thousand Lifetimes in One Spring and Autumn

Every sixty years, I reincarnate, and then all my memories disappear. I have seen all living beings, watched the seasons pass, and witnessed demons, ghosts, gods, and myriad mystical arts and Daoist techniques, all no more than a wisp of smoke. I am in Jiangping, with “ping” meaning peace, searching for a place where I can finally settle down in peace.