Xuan Chen Asked

Stone inkstone hides spirit... The fog in Qingming Mountain is alive. At three o'clock in the morning, the mist is like milk, flowing along the veins of thousands of peaks and valleys, over the mountain roads paved with bluestones, over the clusters of Eupatorium adenophora on the cliffs, and finally condenses into fine dew drops by the stream at the foot of the mountain. Lin Fu squatted by the stream. As soon as his fingertips touched the water, he suddenly retracted. The stream is icy cold and carries a hint of aura, which is a unique gift from Qingming Mountain. As the outermost handyman disciple of Qingming Sect, Lin Fu's daily homework is to chop wood, carry water, and wash the clothes changed by the sect disciples by the stream. Over the past three years, he has long been accustomed to this boring and hard life. The only solace is the faint spiritual energy that occasionally emerges from the stream and the stone inkstone hidden in his arms. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.