There is an old locust tree in the east of Qingniu Town, and there is a storyteller under the tree.
He said that the continent collapsed 130,000 years ago, and the fragments turned into thousands of stars; he said that hundreds of families with the emperor's surname took turns to go to heaven, and came down to receive a "reward" every thousand years; he said that the resentment between heaven and earth had nowhere to go, and in the end they all went to southern Xinjiang and the Shiwan Mountain.
The townspeople had fun eating melon seeds, but no one took them seriously.
Only one wandering Taoist priest listened from beginning to end, said nothing, turned around and walked north.
The storyteller was standing by the window, watching him go away.
One hundred and thirty thousand years. There are some things that someone should know.
