When the mountain fruits fall in the rain, I ask my heart;
The grass and insects chirp under the lamp, and you know the autumn by stroking the sword.
The little people are forced to stumble forward in the strange mountains and rivers of roses.
Immortals and Buddhas close their eyes, and demons...
Mediating creation + heaven and earth in a pot, I ...
"After all, I am also a centurion of the Human Emp...
My father is an elder of the Immortal Sword Sect. ...