Beyond the earthly realm were Buddha and the Dharma. In the earthly realm were feelings of love. Camel bells rang the song of the West,... more>> about a love story that journeyed along the Silk Road over a thousand years ago… <<less

Ever since he was little, Xi Jia’s yin energy was strong, so every day he saw and ran into ghosts. ... more>>

One day, he accidentally broke the protection amulet.

Celestial Master Ye Jingzhi happened to pass by and helped.

Are ghost catching Celestial Masters all legit masters?

WeChat official accounts, Taobao online shops, looking at gossip tabloids every day.

Since then, Xi Jia has refreshed the lower limit again and again, and met a group of completely unreliable Celestial Masters.

Binding spirits, doppelgängers, the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor, the ghost market of Poyang…

The door to a new world is slowly opening. <<less

Wen Han has arrived in Nepal on vacation and, as a Buddhist believer, also a pilgrimage. But very shortly after entering the borders, she runs in again into someone she had had one encounter with six months ago, hundreds of miles away on the far-off Tibetan Plateau. He, at the time, had been a monk. But now, when she saw him, he had returned to the secular life and carried a gun on him.... more>>

She inadvertently gets to know this man, Cheng Muyun, more, and each time, as another layer of him is revealed, she is both terrified and drawn to him. A rogue? A criminal? Or something else? Dangerous, yes. Yet, he can be so tender. But always magnetic.

With each step closer that she gets to him, though, Wen Han, an ordinary, 1/4-Chinese girl from Moscow, is drawn more into a dangerous, frightening world she had never before imagined. And with each step, as she understands this man named Cheng Muyun more, her heart falls more for him, deeper and deeper, until the thought of being apart from him is too hard to bear. But, they are fated to separate—from the very first day, he had told her that. <<less

Having transmigrated from being a twenty-eight years old female forensic doctor, into a Hua Mulan that had taken off her armor and now returned home, He Mulan expressed there was quite a lot of pressure.... more>>

And completely unlike the ending of the story, there weren’t any fresh flowers and there weren’t any applause. The already thirty years old Hua Mulan, who returned home after removing her armor, was already a monster in the rumors around the countryside.

She was a mix of Xianbei and Han Chinese, her height was tall, her appearance not at all beautiful, her temperament was cold, her strength without a comparison. She had even killed before, wielded a saber before, and had the reputation of eating at the same table, living under the same roof as men for twelve years. She had long been prepared for a lifetime of loneliness.

The line she used to refuse the emissary from Rouran, as well as the requests of her relatives: “My menses never came before”, had further become the original sin of her failure at being a woman.

The He Mulan who’d been defrauded by the villagers until she wanted to vomit blood, resolutely stated:

If she could do it again, she’d definitely conceal her identity, accept the position in the bureaucracy, get a promotion, raise her salary and reach the pinnacle of her life.

In any case, she wouldn’t stand for this extreme suffering! <<less

In the spring of 1945, Shen Ruozhen, a patriotic banker, secretly sent out the last batch of anti-coins and closed Fuhua Bank. ... more>>

However, during the safe transfer, his ship was shipwrecked.

As he lost consciousness, he thought he was going to die.

Later, he heard someone talking beside him, reciting a pair of elegiac couplets.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a 21st century advanced ward.

There was a handsome but indifferent stranger sitting by his bedside.

“Who are you?” Shen Ruozhen asked.

“Don’t you remember me?” the stranger replied.

“I don’t know you,” Shen Ruozhen said.

“Chu Zhichen, it’s no use pretending to have amnesia after such a big accident,” the stranger said.

Shen Ruozhen was confused.

He had never heard of Chu Zhichen before.

But as he looked at the stranger’s face, he felt a sense of familiarity.

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The phrase “偷风不偷月” is a Chinese idiom, and its literal translation to English is “Stealing the wind, but not the moon.” This idiom is often used to describe someone who is content with small gains and is not greedy. It implies that a person is satisfied with obtaining just a small advantage or benefit, rather than trying to achieve something much greater.

The phrase also has a more negative connotation. It can be used to describe someone who is deceitful or manipulative.

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I have experienced all the eight sufferings of this world.... more>>

I do not ask for nirvana, but for you.

Wild and hard-to-tame demon (gong) X Cold, ascetic and childish immortal (shou) <<less

The most important duty of a Taoist priest is getting rid of monsters, exorcising ghosts, and raising his temple’s reputation! Xie Lingya, though, is not a Taoist priest. He just has the Immortal Roots…... more>>

Some people can learn in a day what takes others ten years of hard work. Xie Lingya is like this–other people have to cleanse themselves and meditate to draw talismans, but he can do it as easy as drinking a glass of water. Unfortunately, in this era, graduating from a renowned university is much more valuable than the talent for cultivation. He who has the Immortal Roots finally chose to study finance.

However, the world is unpredictable. His uncle, a Taoist priest, died unexpectedly, leaving his temple to Xie Lingya. His last wish was for his nephew to find the right person to inherit his sect’s teachings.

So Xie Lingya, who had no intentions to become a Taoist, ended up as… the owner of a Taoist temple. He began to earnestly manage the deserted little place, striving to gain believers. He also struggled to recruit priests, in hope of finding a suitable successor for his uncle. After a chance encounter, his target became Shi Changxuan, who came from an influential Taoist family and had outstanding skills. Not scared off by the man’s aloof personality, he struck up a conversation and tried to get his phone number. He didn’t realize this move could be easily misunderstood… <<less

It was the twenty-third year of Tianxi*. Rumours traversed the streets that the all-knowing Imperial Advisor suffered a great calamity and could not help but enter seclusion to focus on cultivation. However, the commoners secretly clapped their hands and rejoiced. In the winter of the same year, a young monk appeared in the Hui Zhou Fu’s Ningyang District. ... more>>

The monk’s monastic title was Xuan Min, his memories all missing, yet was versed in the arts of Feng Shui Kan Yu**. On the very first day arriving in Ningyang, he did not hesitate to take care of a dangerous manor, picking up Xue Xian, who was hidden there, along the way.

Since then, Xue Xian – who had been all-powerful in the first half of his life – gained a new life pursuit: to get this baldy*** who had only a good outer appearance to take his last breath and “smile from his grave”.

Xue Xian: If you are unhappy, then I will be happy. If you die, I’ll laugh my ass off.

Xuan Min: … <<less

“The first person to dig ziliujin fuel out of the ground could never have predicted that what they dug out was the beginning of a dog-eat-dog age.... more>>

Our entire life was but an ugly confidence game of greed; this is something everyone knows, but that they could not bring to light.

From where did this con begin? Maybe from atop the first clean white canvas sails of a foreign ship that sailed across the ocean, or from beneath the great wing of a Giant Kite as it rose unsteadily into the skies — or from a time even before that: as the spreading ziliujin, like an ink stain upon the earth, turned the great plains of the wild north into a sea of flames.

Or maybe it was when We… when I met Gu Yun in a world all covered in ice and snow.” <<less

Yaoying transmigrated into a novel.... more>>

In the chaotic and troubled times, many nations were at war. Her father happened to be the most powerful of those vying for supremacy, her brother turning out to be the male lead that finally dominated the Central Plains.

As the male lead’s younger sister, Yaoying was ready to accept this benefit that came without her having to lift a finger.

But it turned out that the male lead hated her to the bone, going as far as to have her marry the sixty-year-old grassland tribal chief in place of the female lead.

Yaoying was forced to marry. Wolves in front, tigers in the back—beasts surrounding her—all coveting the lovely-as-a-flower Chinese princess.

At the moment of crisis, the novel’s young and legendary lord who was destined to die young passed through with his troops.

To escape from their clutches, the trembling Yaoying pointed at the sickly lord: This princess fell in love with you at first sight. If you won’t marry, I’ll seek you out with a dowry!

The lord’s subordinates paled with alarm: Princess mustn’t speak so casually! Our king is a monk, a noble-blooded Buddha’s son!

Yaoying, with a face full of grievances: This princess doesn’t disdain that you’re a monk. In life, I am your person; in death, I am your ghost!

Monk: ….

From then on, the tale of the Buddha’s son and the Chinese princess began to circulate through the grasslands.

Monk whose reputation couldn’t be cleared even if he plunged into the Yellow River: ….

Note : The title refers to an expression that for friends, family, and lovers separated far away, moonlit nights would make them miss each other more. <<less

You think too much, cultivation is not like this…... more>>

When Kong Hou steps on the path to cultivation, she learns that all xianxia stories are full of lies.

A relaxed cultivation story.

Kong Hou: a traditional musical instrument like a harp. The female protagonist’s name. <<less

This is a story that follows the courtship between a stone from Hell and a god from Heaven that begins in the underworld and spans... more>> for three lifetimes in the mortal realm. <<less

The boundless universe was filled with all sorts of wonders.... more>>

I, Chen *Ping'an, only have one sword, to move mountains, turn the seas upside down, suppress demons, deal with gods, pluck stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and open the heavenly abode!

My name is Chen Ping'an, Ping'an* of Peace, and I am a swordsman.

The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of the East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

An impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

Notes:

* Ping'an means peace

** The four directions here are just the four sides of the map of China and the earth. As for the World of Righteousness, it was only one of the four “World”. <<less

Scattered leaves fall on the chess game beside the rotten axe, but there is no one playing amongst the old trees. Prosperity leads to primordial unity, and then reflects on the vast mountains and seas.... more>>

When he woke up, Ji Yuan became a half-blind beggar in a dilapidated mountain temple. When one lacks strength, one must rely on bluffing. A real person has a sword, while a charlatan has only their speech. This is the fundamental difference that determines survival and status in this terrifying world.

[Translator's summary: a slice of life story in which a cultivator wanders the world, exploring all it has to offer and gaining a reputation as a powerful, wise teacher.] <<less