The Immortal Path of the Celestial Cycle

Drunk, I lean against Kunlun; plucking a flower, I lie down on Mount Shu. The foxes of Qingqiu have long bewitched the world; in the ancient temple, a green lamp glows beside the meditating monk. My sword follows the moon over Qin's capital; wine eases the world's bitter cold. In this tumultuous mortal realm, where could an immortal's name be found in the registers?