Lin Mo, an algorithm engineer in the City of London, didn't know that his file number in the British official secret agency MISC was X-7781 until HR handed over an "extremely dangerous" background check report. At the age of seven, he was sent to a Taoist temple in the suburbs of Chengdu. For eleven years, his master taught him meditation, drawing talismans, and "listening" to sounds from copper bells, which he thought were feudal superstitions. Until the police with thermal imaging cameras surrounded the abandoned factory, until the stopped watch on his wrist stopped at 3:17 in the morning, until Master's old friend Zhao Jingdong, covered in blood, told him: "Your Master is not dead. MISC has been looking for this copper bell for twenty years."
From London sewers to rainy nights in Kent, from car thieves in convenience store trucks to counterfeit passports at Heathrow Airport, Lin Mo found himself living on the fault line between Eastern and Western civilizations - the inheritance of cultivators was quantified by modern intelligence agencies into "abnormal individual levels", and a rusty copper bell hid the secrets left by researchers within the system who ran away in the late 1980s. And he himself, the "real name" written in the envelope, may be the starting point of all pursuits.
This is not a Shuangwen-style cultivation novel. This is the story of a man running on the edge of the world, trying to find his life experience from the lies of his master, the file number and a silent bell.
