I fell asleep in the chaos. Wake up in chaos again.

Every time I close my eyes, I feel like I'm dead. Every time I open my eyes, it's like coming back to life.

I walk through the world, not knowing where I came from, where I'm going, or who I am.

I saw unknown birds, and I saw flowers and plants that were not deadly.

I walked in the mountains and forests in confusion. Through the wasteland, wading through streams. Finally came to a town.

There were a lot of people bustling inside. They hurried along. All of them were in rags, as if they were in a hurry.

I've been walking all day and I'm already tired. So I sat down.

I looked at it with a look of novelty. These are vibrant people.

Day after day, that's how I walked around town. I saw poor old people dying of illness on the streets. I also received pastries from wealthy families celebrating their birthdays.

I saw the doctor hurrying out, and I also saw the terminally ill old man lying on the side of the street with a sallow face.

I saw the hawkers cautiously dodging the carriages of the rich and noble. I have also seen him abducted and deceived and blackmailed the old man's money. I've seen him kneeling on the ground, whipped by a rich man, and I've heard him beat his wife in the middle of the night.

I'm getting used to it. Work in this chaotic town. Then they receive a day's rations, fill their stomachs, and then go to work.

I'm no different from those ragged people. We were like talking tools, working in line, eating in line. When the sun sets, they scatter and gather together again when the day comes.

But I know I'm not like them. Because I'm still thinking.

I don't know who I am. Why am I here. I was terrified, I didn't know what the future would look like. Will it go on forever? Work, eat, sleep, work, eat......

Winter is coming, and it's cold on the streets. We huddle together for warmth. Gradually, there are fewer and fewer people around. They froze into lumps of ice in the morning and were pulled away by carts.

The peddler is lamenting: "These homeless people are so pitiful. Then he clutched the steamed buns, shook his head, and said, "I have the heart to save you, but I don't want to starve myself to death." ”

The workers gave us some tattered bedding and poor-looking meals. I heard him sighing, "A lot of people have died, and next year's wages will have to go up again." ”

Whatever the purpose. People are always good.

When spring arrived, the foreman was recruiting again.

And I was gone. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, all year round. I've been in this city for a whole year.

I still haven't figured out who I really am. But I'm used to seeing birth, old age, sickness and death.

I don't want to be old and still wearing dirty clothes and standing in line with a bunch of lads, doing jobs that don't match my old age.

In life, everyone has their place. Trees grow in the wilderness, and life is in the city. I don't know where I am, I want to know where I belong. I want answers. There wasn't one in the city, so I left.

Year after year passed. I've traveled a lot. I met a lot of people too.

I have studied with many teachers. I learned how to calculate the width of the beams with an arithmetic chip. I learned to carve patterns on furniture with a carving knife. Learned to cover a wall with brick trowels. But none of that kept me.

Until one day, I met a man with his hair and beard growing in a mess. The robes on his body were worn haphazardly.

He, like me, was walking non-stop. But he's a lot more confident than I am. His gaze was resolute.

I caught up with him and asked, "Where are you going?" ”

He looked at me and asked, "Where are you going?" ”

I replied, "I don't know where to go." All the places are unknown to me. ”

He looked at me and said, "I'm running away from death." If you're interested, you can come with me. ”

On the way, I learned that he was a Taoist priest. is in pursuit of immortality, the spell of ascending to immortality.

I worship him as a teacher. During the day, he wanders around, and at night he meditates and exercises.

I don't know how many years have passed. I came across a castle that I had walked through. But I don't know any of the people inside. They're either gone, or they're dead.

Later, the master also died.

I continued to wander alone in the world. I've met a lot of cultivators. I exchanged ideas with them and discussed Taoism.

Finally, one day, I discovered that I already knew all the Taoist techniques in the world.

But I still haven't risen to immortality. Although I can feel it, I have lived for too long, too long.

I hid myself in the deep mountains and old forests, and I wanted to synthesize the spells of the cultivators in the world and comprehend the truth by myself.

I look up at the sun and the moon, and look down at the rivers and mountains. Keep thinking, keep deducing.

I think I've found the key point. All that's missing is time.

One day, I was standing by the river and was distracted. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the air.

I heard the sound of horses' hooves, which were galloping.

Soon, two horses appeared on the opposite bank. There were two people right away. They were sweating profusely. It's running towards me.

They did not stop on the other side, but drove their horses on the gallop.

The river is so deep that it is completely possible to wade through it. But there are smooth stones under the river, and there are also entangled aquatic plants.

The galloping horses slid under their feet. He fell heavily to the ground. The horse's back straightened up, and the woman on horseback was tossed up heavily.

She exclaimed, but she couldn't control her body in the air. She slammed into a tree by the river.

If I hit it, the tree will break. If the woman bumps into it, she'll break off.

I reached out, and with a gentle force, I dragged her out of thin air.

She stood on the ground and was dizzy for a moment. Finally, she looked at me and walked over slowly.

She circled around me, her eyes looking me up and down from head to toe. Then, I heard her ask softly, "I heard that there is an immortal living here, who has lived for hundreds of years, regardless of the world. ”

I shook my head: "I live in this mountain, but I have never heard of such a person. ”

She looked at me and asked, "So, how many years have you lived yourself?" ”

I shook my head: "I don't remember anymore. ”

She smiled and said, "You must be the immortal." I have searched the world to find the art of immortality, are you willing to take me as an apprentice? ”

Before I could speak, the man on horseback had already run over.

He looked at me breathlessly, then at the woman, and said, "Are you sure it's him?" ”

The woman glanced at the man and said, "If you don't think so, you can find it yourself." You've been with me for three months, and I don't want to be pestered by you anymore. ”

Then the woman knelt down and said, "Ask the immortals to take me as a disciple." ”

I smiled and helped her up: "I'm not an immortal, but I still have a little research on Taoism." ”

The woman looked very happy and said, "My name is Chang'e." ”

I smiled and nodded, and said, "They all call me Hou Yi." ”

The man next to him whispered, "My name is Pengmeng." ”

I took in two apprentices, and I was no longer lonely in the mountains. I will teach what I have learned in my life. In the beginning, the three of us practiced together. After these two people got my guidance, they made great progress.

However, a few years passed. I found that my Dao skills didn't grow at all. That's when I noticed that I hadn't really practiced for a long time.

My eyes were attracted by Chang'e. Her smile touched my heart. I can't meditate anymore. I could only pac restlessly by the river.

Pengmeng is a thousand miles a day, and there is a meaning that the blue is better than the blue. And Chang'e's realm has stagnated.

She, like me, fell in love.

The two of us almost gave up monasticism. Every day, we traveled to the mountains and rivers, and the deep mountains were turned all over by us, so we went deeper.

We forgot about Pengmeng, happy and forgetful, lingering.

At the turn of spring and summer, everything is growing. The grass seeds sprouted and sprouted from the ground. The male bird brushes its feathers and chirps in bursts. Whether it's a plant or an animal, they're all doing the same thing. Reproduction. Chang'e and I fell on the grass and did the same thing.