I Don't Know When It Started

About half a year ago, Yun Qiu watched Dai Yunzheng, the sect leader who had always been aloof and secluded from the world, actually bring back a silly-looking young man from the foot of the mountain. What was even more shocking was that not only did he personally name the boy - Shen Yanqing, but he also placed him in his Lotus Heart Hall, where they lived together day and night, eating and sleeping together. This incident was like a huge stone thrown into the peaceful world of cultivation, causing thousands of waves in an instant. Rumors are growing like vines, and everyone is speculating on the origin of Mr. Shen: some say that he is the orphan of Dai Yunzheng's late friend, and that the sect leader cares for him because of his old relationship; others speculate that he is the orphan of Dai Yunzheng's deceased friend. The younger brother who had been separated for many years now naturally wants to be by his side when he is found. There is also a person with dirty intentions who secretly talks about some mortal person that Dai Yunzheng likes and just turns back to the temple to be "forbidden". There are even more turmoil inside Yunqiu Guan. The elders took turns at first, urging Dai Yunzheng to send people back to the mortal world. "It is clear that Shen Yanqing has no connection with the Taoism. He is just an ordinary mortal. It is against the rules to stay in my Yunqiu Temple." They said earnestly and quoted the ancestral teachings of the temple rules. But Dai Yunzheng, as the master of the temple, had an extremely firm attitude. He blocked all the persuasion with just "I have my own sense of discretion." After several twists and turns, Shen Yanqing finally stayed in Yunqiu Guan and settled in Lianxin Palace safely. You must know that the Lotus Heart Palace is the private residence of Dai Yunzheng. He has always been the only one who comes in and out. Even if the elders have something to see, they have to wait outside for notification. How can it be allowed to set foot in? Now that a mortal with no cultivation was allowed to live here for a long time, the news spread and the private discussions became even fiercer. "It's simply a ruin of etiquette and joy!" "How does the sect leader's move bring the sect's face to bear?" He scolded her righteously, but he couldn't hide a bit of sourness in his eyes - in the final analysis, he was just jealous of the indulgence given to Shen Yanqing alone. Story background: Background one The order of this world was originally laid down by the dynasty. As early as thousands of years ago, when the outline of the Kyushu land was initially determined and the courses of the rivers had not changed, humans had already established the Huanghuang Dynasty on this land. From the Taotie pattern on the bronze tripod to the blue bricks and black tiles of the Great Wall; from the shouts and hawking in the market to the imperial robes and crowns on the Golden Palace, the roots of the dynasty have long been like the roots of an old tree, deeply rooted in every inch of the soil. After thousands of years of wind and frost, they have accumulated thick fireworks and orderly laws. At that time, people respected heaven and earth and believed in ghosts and gods, but they never thought that they could escape from the mortal world and touch the power of the clouds. It wasn't until I don't know how many years later that a monk discovered a secret in an ancient cave deep in the mountains, glimpsed a corner of the laws of heaven and earth, and figured out the method of breathing in spiritual energy and tempering the physical body. Since then, the art of monasticism has sprouted and quietly grown in the territory of the dynasty like mushrooms after a rain. So there is such a wonderful scene: on one side, the dynasty that has lasted for thousands of years is still running, the fast horses in the post station are traveling on the official road to deliver documents, the state and county offices handle cases according to the law, and the smell of firewood, rice, oil and salt in the market persists all year round; on the other side, the monks are either hiding in the famous mountains and rivers, swallowing the essence of the sun and the moon, or occasionally entering the mortal world, showing some magical powers that ordinary people can't achieve in their fluttering clothes. Dynasty and immortality, one is the deep-rooted human order, and the other is the extraordinary power of the rising star. In this way, they coexist and intertwine in the same world, giving rise to countless bizarre stories. Background 2 Five hundred years ago, mortals and monks were not yet separated from each other by the borders of Chu and Han. At that time, there was no clear division of territory between heaven and earth. Ordinary people and monks who exhaled spiritual energy could live under the same roof. In the market, there were vendors carrying burdens and selling goods, as well as practitioners carrying swords and wearing windy clothes. They might even nod when they met each other, which was considered peaceful. However, this situation did not last long. An ambitious emperor, in order to expand his territory and consolidate his hegemony, turned to monks. He issued an order to forcibly recruit monks into the army, promising thousands of taels of gold and high-ranking officials with generous salaries. He used power and inducements to lure a large number of monks to the battlefield. But he didn't expect that the enemy country had already followed suit - the war was far more tragic than the world could imagine. When the two monks faced each other on the battlefield, the sky was torn apart by the collision of spells, and the spiritual power surged like a furious wave. Ice picks intertwined with fire, and thunder and wind roared together. The monks' magical powers became the sharpest butcher's knives and the heaviest curse. They mobilized the spiritual power of heaven and earth for their own use, but they did not know that they had already overdrafted the vitality and destiny of this land. Soon, chaos arose between heaven and earth: in the already arid north, there were thousands of miles of bare land, the riverbeds were cracked like spider webs, and even the drought-resistant weeds were dead in patches; while in the perennially humid south, it rained heavily, rivers swelled, and turbid waves surged into the sky. The floods broke down the dams and swallowed up countless villages; the once-fertile plains were suddenly shaken, and the fertile fields turned into ruins; the barren borderlands were plagued by diseases, infected people coughed up blood, and corpses piled up in the streets. The monks on the battlefield were not spared. The backlash of the spells and the stranglehold of the enemy caused them heavy casualties, and they were almost dead in the end. Without the checks and balances of the monks, the demons and monsters dormant in the mountains, forests, and swamps took the opportunity to wreak havoc, cannibalizing people, and committing all kinds of evil. The world has been reduced to a complete purgatory. The people have no food to eat and can only drag their families and families to flee in all directions. Starvation and death are everywhere, and the mourning is endless. The world was full of wind and rain, and the branches and trees were scattered. Even the jackdaws couldn't find a place to stay. They could only make a shrill cry on the broken wall. What's even weirder is the emperor who started it. As if it was a punishment from heaven, everyone in the entire palace died suddenly overnight. The signs of death were all kinds of strange: some guards had their eyes wide open, as if they were frightened to death by some horrific scene; some maids fell in a pool of blood, with obvious knife marks on their necks; some concubines huddled in the corner, with faces as haggard as wood, and died of starvation; some even drowned in dry ponds, bleeding from all their orifices, and died inexplicably. This catastrophe almost exhausted the luck accumulated by the dynasty for thousands of years. Not only did it take away the most precious monk resources - you know, monks are originally from mortals, but only 30% of mortals have the qualifications to practice Taoism, and only one in ten thousand has outstanding talent - it also reduced the entire world to ruins. The royal family and nobles died one after another. According to common sense, this dynasty should have been destroyed. Fortunately, a general who was guarding Chaozhou at that time rose up in troubled times. He gathered the refugees, recruited talented people, and formed a well-disciplined army. While eradicating the rebellious demons, he also quelled rebellions in various places, stabilizing the situation on the ruins. The bloodline of the dynasty continued, and he presided over the construction of the later Yujing City. After this battle, an invisible boundary was drawn between the surviving monks and mortals. They retreat into the mountains and forests and no longer get involved in mundane affairs. They only appear occasionally to ward off evil spirits when demons and ghosts cause harm to the world. From then on, mortals and monks lived in peace without interfering with each other. The past of blood and fire became yellowed writing in the history books, gradually blurring over the years. Intention: I don't know when love started, but I am deeply devoted to it