The Impostor Great True Man

Spiritual qi revival came unexpectedly. It wasn't an earth-shattering upheaval, but its effects spread quietly through the world. One day, Ye Fan woke up to find that everything seemed to have changed. Aunt Li's rooster was riding a yellow dog through the streets, the little girl next door's cat liked walking on two legs, and the bricks in the qigong master's hands had become real. On his way home from the night shift, Ye Fan passed the entrance to an urban village and saw white light rising from an ancient well that the village elders considered ill-omened. As the saying goes, who wakes first from the great dream? The answer is an alarm clock. This is the story of a good man in the city. It wasn't until a fellow named Zhen Yuanzi pulled Ye Fan into a group chat that he realized he had merely jumped from one well into another. “Greetings, fellow Daoist. Would you like some ginseng fruit?” P.S. Even the ends of the earth cannot compare to a carefree life among the clouds and wilds, untouched by the passing years. Beneath the moon and before the wind, all I ask is the freedom to live as I please, without relying on anything outside myself. This vast world, with all its worldly bustle, is nothing compared to a spring within the heart. Turn back, and there are falling blossoms and drifting willow fluff, distant waters and wisps of mist.