The ground is turbulent, and strange beasts from mountains and seas reappear in the world.
Li Changfeng has been living in a Taoist temple in the mountains for twenty years. He has never seen an automatic door, never used a smartphone, and does not know what scan-code payment is. What he is best at in his life is standing on his head on a plum blossom pile for an hour and poking holes in the bluestone with three fingers.
Then one day, the master vomited blood and told him: The seal is broken, the monster has escaped, you go down the mountain and catch it back.
Carrying a canvas bag and a compass, Li Changfeng stepped into this neon-bright steel forest.
He thought the hardest thing was to catch the monster. Later I found out that the hardest part was passing through the automatic doors.
