Yunya's Immortal Journey: the Thousand-Year Mirror

Ah Zhu squatted beside the threshold of the ruined temple, scratching the dust on the ground with branches. The old books wrapped in the hay behind him were making a faint hum. This book was picked up in a mountain stream three days ago. The cover is so rotten that only half a piece of green cloth is left. The words inside are crooked, as if they were written backwards by a naughty boy.