Ye Chen lived for a long time.
Long enough to see Pangu Kaitian with his own eyes, long enough to play 30,000-year chess with Demon Ancestor Luohu, long enough to have the entire world of immortality respect him as "the Taoist of the Corpse Path."
Then he retired.
In this age of the end of Dharma when spiritual energy was exhausted, he opened an antique shop in an old alley of the ancient city and named it "Xuan Gu Zhai". I groom the orange cat every day, go to the vegetable market to pick cabbage, and occasionally chat about philosophy with my mobile voice assistant.
Cooking is always overturned, but he himself has no consciousness about it.
Until one day, someone came to him with the "Chenghua Official Kiln" sold by Sotheby's.
He picked it up, looked at it for ten seconds, and said two words.
"Fake."
There was silence.
The special consultant of the Forbidden City looked at it for two minutes and nodded.
The seller ran away in despair, and the buyer turned pale.
Ye Chen continued drinking tea and poured a bowl of cat food for the orange cat.
"Is there anything else? You won't be cooking without me. The scrambled eggs with tomatoes were burnt yesterday, so try not to burn them today."
…
Aunt Wang next door thinks he is an educated young man.
Apprentice Lin Xiaoman thinks he is a knowledgeable but eccentric boss.
No one knows——
A single item under his counter could reshape a museum.
The bottom of the blue and white vase he burned casually was engraved with "Forty-seven thousand three hundred and twenty-one years of the Chaos Era".
Recently, some things that should not appear in this era have begun to wake up.
Ye Chen sighed and put down the teacup in his hand.
"I just want to retire quietly, why won't you let me?"
Dahuang let out a "meow" to show that he felt the same way.
