With the wind rustling through the tea smoke,神仙 (xiān shén, immortals) slumber amidst the clouds. Unconsciously, I recall those days of childhood, sitting beneath the village tree, listening to the old man's tales. Those fantastical stories of immortals, ghosts, fox spirits, and mountain monsters, neither entirely real nor entirely illusionary, were both strange and romantic, leaving an unforgettable impression. The author's previous works have sold tens of thousands of copies, with quality guaranteed.