我都成仙了，你要渡我入佛门？ (Associated Names)

In the West Lake in March, the willows are like smoke, the rain is like wine, the grass on the broken bridge has just sprouted, and the monks of Jinshan Temple are chanting sutras. All stories start from here. Xiaoqing: Sister, we are friends in times of need. I got to know him first! Bai…