One section of jade pillow ()

These days, those angry online youths have regarded time travel as fashion. Li Yi doesn’t know if he is an angry youth, but what Li Yi is sure of is that when he wakes up, he finds that he is being chased by the trend for no reason.

Li Yi traveled through time.

After Li Yi graduated from school, he went to society for several years. He was helpless and stubborn and could not learn to follow the trend. Finally, he became a member of the "unemployed" army. Bored, Li Yi went to visit the Sanqing Taoist Temple in the small county town of his hometown.

When Li Yi came out of the Taoist temple, he was about to go home. At this time, he found a man dressed in a Taoist priest at the door of the Taoist temple, wearing a heavenly crown, a gossip Taoist robe, a pair of cloth shoes on his feet, and half-tight eyes sat on a cushion, as if he was entering a meditation, and he looked a bit unconventional. There were some antiques such as copper coins and porcelain on the street stall. Next to the antique stall, the Taoist even wrote four big words "real" on a piece of red paper with a brush.

Li Yi shook his head secretly. How can anyone set up antique street stalls these days be real? I'm afraid it's like the statue of the Sanqing ancestor in the temple. It's said it's a golden body, but it's actually some local dolls.

Li Yi was about to walk by the street stall, but the Taoist priest suddenly opened his eyes and said to Li Yi: "Fellow Taoist, since you have the chance to pass by, why not stop and watch it!"

Li Yi was stunned and looked up and looked around. This Sanqing Taoist Temple is located in a remote place in a small county town and is dilapidated. Who can come on weekdays? Li Yi was sure that the Taoist priest was calling him, and he couldn't help but be happy. The Taoist priest's mysteriousness in literary Zou Zou actually called fellow Taoist philosopher. Will he still call himself a Taoist priest? Li Yi had to sigh at the power of the Taoist marketing methods.

Li Yi was not interested in antiques, nor did he plan to buy street stall goods here, so he asked mercilessly: "Are your things fake or real?"

The Taoist priest didn't care. He thought that he had encountered many situations and said calmly: "What's the fake, what's the real one?"

"If it is fake, I will naturally not buy it." Although Li Yi believed that these antiques were fake, he found it interesting when he heard the Taoist priest's answer, so he smiled and said, "If it is real, then I have no money and can't afford it!" Anyway, it's just a sentence, I don't plan to do this business anymore!

The Taoist priest did not speak, and his face was unrest, as if Li Yi's words had been as expected. The Taoist priest turned over the red paper with the words "real" and there were four big words written on the back of the red paper, "Good gift is destined to be destined".

Now, Li Yi was speechless, and the word "conservation" couldn't help but rise from his mind. From the perspective of "The Art of War", this is to predict the enemy's initiative and follow the plan!

They are all people who support their families. If I don’t believe you, I will really be "destined to give you something." Li Yi looked at the antique stall and said, "Then is this true or false?"

After Li Yi looked in the direction he pointed, he was shocked. It turned out that Li Yi was referring to a jade pillow in the corner of the street stall. There was a hole at each end of the jade pillow, which was crystal clear and had no flaws on it. He stayed there quietly like condensed fat. Under the sunlight, the jade pillow emitted a milky white light, illusory and illusory blur, like smoke and clouds flowing on it.

Li Yi usually has no research on jade, and at this moment, an ancient poem appeared in his mind: "The sun warms the blue field and the jade produces smoke."

Is this kind of thing really just a street stall product? Or is it that the imitation products in society have reached a new level now? Li Yi was puzzled and squatted down to see it thoroughly!

The Taoist priest picked up the jade pillow and handed it to Li Yi, saying, "Since you are destined to be, why not give it to me?"

Li Yi held the jade pillow in his hand, and a cool feeling came from the jade pillow through his fingers. Li Yi suddenly felt refreshed and almost all the pores around his body were stretched out. There seemed to be a trace of familiarity in the feeling, just like an old friend greeting Li Yi, which made Li Yi unable to help but close his eyes and immerse himself in it, wanting to "communicate" with the jade pillow.

After a while, Li Yi woke up and felt extremely surprised: Could it be that he is really destined to be with this jade pillow?

Li Yi looked at the Taoist priest in confusion, but was shocked. There was a lonely yellow land in front of Li Yi. Where was the shadow of that Taoist?

There seemed to be a faint song of the Taoist from afar, and the song sang:

“Life and death have their own destiny.

Wealth is originally in heaven.

The yellow millet is still not ripe,

I dreamed of Huaxu.”

If it weren't for the familiar Sanqing Taoist Temple in front of me, if it weren't for the jade pillow in my hand, Li Yi would have thought that nothing had happened at all. Li Yi returned home in a daze and was thinking about this all night about the jade pillow, but how could Li Yi understand?

Li Yi was finally tired, so he fell asleep on the jade pillow. When Li Yi woke up again, everything was already wrong!

Because Li Yi traveled through time!

The morning sun rises slowly from the east sky, and the sunlight flashes through the vast sky, pouring down like water, dripping, gradually fading the thick fog in the sky, revealing the majestic body of Yunshan. A waterfall hangs on the back of Yunshan like white, as if coming from the Heavenly Palace, running towards the foot of the mountain. Along the way, the water splashes everywhere, and is filled with faintness and lingering in the mountains, both empty and illusory, adding a bit of ethereal and deepness to the mountains.

Yunshan is located in Shaozhou, Jingnan, and has always been far away from the prosperous and chaotic worlds of the Central Plains. At the foot of Yunshan, there are some small villages gathered at the foot of Yunshan. The people living here for generations have worked day by day, rest at sunset, and live a self-sufficient life. They live in harmony and have no worries about food and clothing, which is quite a bit of the comfort of "a paradise" written by Tao Yuanming.

On this day, the people were about to get up and be busy with their day's work as usual. Suddenly, the bell rang through the silence of dawn, and floated straight down from the top of the mountain of clouds, covering the village.

"Hey! Old woman, since Master Guo became the leader of this Yunshan Sect, it is rare to hit the bell in a year except for the ancestors of the Yunshan Sect. What's wrong with him today?" Zhang Tou, the elder of the old village in the east of the village, was wearing clothes. He heard the bell ringing and kicked the old woman who was still confused by her side. He stroked the white beard on his chin with his hand, and doubt flashed in his eyes, saying, "Old woman, what big thing happened to the Yunshan Sect today?"

The Yunshan School protects the tranquility of the small village on weekdays. The people of the small village go to the Yunshan School to worship during festivals. Lao Zhang and his wife are native farmers in the village, so they are naturally very familiar with everything about the Yunshan School.

"The only one in the Yunshan Sect in charge is the only one in charge. What big deal can there be?!" Old Zhang muttered to Old Zhang, as if he was dissatisfied with him. Old Zhang is old this year and his spirit is not as good as before. He is still a little sleepy early in the morning. However, Old Zhang is talking, but his ears are sharp and listening to the bells floating from Yunshan.

Although the small village is remote, I often hear rumors from outside. The world is not peaceful now. It is said that the emperor of the dynasty was very absurd. He ignored the government affairs all day long, was busy practicing the art of immortality, and entrusting all state affairs to those who were tying power. There were treacherous ministers in the state, and naturally there were strange phenomena from heaven. There were evil ghosts in the world, and they were killed by others. There were many monsters and animals that were rampant, and they did not spit out bones.

Whenever I heard this, the people in the small village would be glad that they had received the protection of the Yunshan Sect. Although the Yunshan Sect had no longer had the glory of decades ago, the leader and disciple of the Yunshan Sect was only Taoist Guo, and Taoist Guo was much lazy than the previous leaders of the Yunshan Sect, but Taoist Guo was still very enthusiastic about the people in the small village.

More than ten years ago, a python that came from unknown to practice and came to a small village, trying to grab the essence and blood of a boy and a girl. Taoist Guo discovered that Taoist Guo walked with a sword and fought bloody battles with the python, fighting the sky and the earth dark, and chased to the edge of the 100,000 mountains in southern Xinjiang, and finally beheaded the python.

The bells on the top of the mountain were ringing slowly, and Lao Zhang was silently chanting in his mind. The bells rang for fifteen times in total. The first six sounds were rapid and short, and the last nine sounds were long and long.
Chapter completed!