I went on a trip two years ago and had a dream when I came back. I had forgotten most of it when I woke up. Some time ago, I happened to listen to Jingyun Dagu's "Jiange Wenling". This long-gone dream seemed to have been supplemented with something and resurfaced in front of my eyes. So I took up my brain that had not been used for a long time and tried to write about it.
There is no outline, the whole text is fictitious, and I write whichever sentence I dreamed of. It is an old-fashioned story about the years of master and apprentice, and the taste may be a bit weird.
Intention: endless life