Legend of the Immortal Gourd

Someone asked me about the path of cultivation, so I pointed toward the sun and moon at the edge of the sky. I roam the Northern Sea by day and Mount Cangwu by night, carrying the Taiji Sect in my sleeve. My elbow passes down a thousand-year-old art of cinnabar talismans, while my lips recite the two volumes of the Yellow Court Scripture. A single Dao seed enters my belly and grows into a gourd that contains the universe. Please add this to your collection and recommend it.