Xiaoyao Asked

On the north bank of the Huaihe River, the mist is steaming like a boiling pot, and the moisture creeps up little by little along the gaps in the bluestone slabs. Li squatted by the river, holding a wooden pestle in his hand, pounding the corn. Suddenly, a bright yellow plum fruit slowly floated over from upstream. Li was so hungry and thirsty that she reached out and grabbed the plum and swallowed it. The pulp melted as soon as it entered her mouth. Then, there was a strange sound suddenly coming from her Dantian, like a toad calling inside. The sound was so loud that it made her ribs tremble. "What tricks are you doing?" Li pressed her belly and muttered. At this moment, a bell-like voice suddenly sounded in her head: "I am a remnant of chaos. I borrowed Peng Zu's Dharma to transform my energy into energy. I will wake up and be enlightened after eighty-one years." Li's hand shook, and the wooden pestle fell into the middle of the river with a "plop". Among the splashing water, a half-rolled jade slip appeared at some point. The tadpole writing on it was crooked, and it could be clearly read that "the Tao can be Tao, it is very Tao." At this time, there was a surge in Li's belly. The reeds on the shore seemed to be covered with frost for a while, and then pink lotuses bloomed. The frightened black bird flapped its wings and crashed into the fog. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.