Li Xuanqing reclined in a bamboo chair, telling stories to his female disciples and granddaughters.
"A long, long time ago, when your ancestor here was still an old man, there was a group of people who kept shouting about cutting down Heaven. I didn't go. Then I met a little brat who kept shouting about ruling all ages alone. I didn't believe him! Later, I found out that brat had thrown a rock into a river. It broke my heart! My outhouse! I gave the little rascal a meal, then I met someone who kept putting up talismans everywhere. He carried a mountain around with him. I took pity on him and asked if he could stop carrying it, but that kid was stubborn! He insisted on carrying it. So I said, fine, I'll split it into nine pieces for you. Carry them on alternating days. Then I got sleepy, so I went to bed."
"Ancestor? Ancestor? Oh no, the ancestor is dead!"
"Who says I'm dead? I just live a long time."
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
