The dojo is located in Yunzhong Mountain, and there are halls and fields.

Sitting under the ginkgo tree in leisure time, looking at the dust and clouds in the distance,

Hoe the ground and listen to the sound of springs, forge swords by the fire,

Food and clothing are up to oneself and God,

I don’t know the end of the cold year;

When the robbery comes, you have to go to the lower reaches of the mountain to watch the bitterness and sweetness of the world.

It’s hard to keep injustice in your eyes, and you don’t like to show it in front of others.

The gourd of wine at the waist is deep, and the light of the sword behind the back is cold,

Not for fame, not for money,

Be a free spirit.

Transmigrated into a pot-dwelling immortal, only to emerge a hundred thousand years later. Having finally acquired a divine incarnation, allowing for some breathing room, yet still a lowly god in the Divine Court, spending his days granting wishes and alleviating poverty. "Outside the Pot Heaven, you call me a Pot Heaven Immortal, claiming I'm a remnant soul bound to a pot to attain enlightenment—I won't argue with you." "Once you enter my Pot Heaven, shouldn't you address me as the Supreme Emperor of the Pot Heaven Jade Palace?" Within this tiny universe, a carefree Pot Heaven Immortal. Lin Qingxuan cultivates spiritual roots, holds Dharma assemblies, builds markets, and countless beings enter my pot. Once all the cultivators from the outside world have entered my Pot Heaven, who will be the Heavenly Emperor—you or me?