Knocking Illusion

On the top of Phuong Ngu Son, white mist hovers all day long. In the forest, there is a very heavy miasma. It is a remote place, with very few footprints, extremely desolate. There are only a few flowers and grass in the mountain, but the environment here is extremely quiet, very suitable for practice. There are also people coming and going here, but there are only a few little demons who come to look for food, and Raphael is one of those little demons. Raphael squatted down, his eyebrows furrowed, meticulously assessing this unexpected event. The man lying on the ground was wearing a snow-white robe that was not contaminated by a speck of dust, had a handsome face, and grew up to be somewhat gentle like the monk, but for some reason, this person was seriously injured, and now is now unconscious. Raphael reached out and gently pushed, seeing that this man still did not move, he suddenly felt soft, and took him back to his home. Outside Raphael’s residence is a peach forest, in the forest there is a house built of bamboo, surrounded by a bamboo fence, on top of that bamboo fence are vines growing, in front of the yard is full of flowers and grass. The scent was dim, outside the backyard was a grape arbor, the grapes were light purple, the sunlight shone in, the grapes were like captivating glass balls. And Raphael is just a love apple. —- ISBN: 9798883133274