The fog in Weilei Mountain has never cleared away. Nineteen-year-old young Celestial Master Shen Zhibai was sitting cross-legged on the stone steps in front of the Feiyun Temple. Before his death, his master Qingyangzi left the Taoist temple and a bunch of debts to him, and also left an unfinished sentence: "Some things, not knowing are actually blessings."
This is a long work that combines Taoist culture, urban supernatural and mythological suspense. Zhongnan Mountain, Weilei Mountain, Guixu, "Shan Hai Jing", Ancient Gods, Chaos - when the ancient seal is loosened, when the monsters in dreams take to the streets, when the seven factions have their own agendas, when a person decides to use his own meager strength to repair the hole-ridden roof of the world, he needs more than just Taoism and spells, he also needs someone behind him to hand him a roll of gauze, a cup of hot porridge, and a promise to "come every day".
In the story, there are the morning bells and evening drums of Taoist temples in the mountains, the bloody sunset glow of high-rise buildings in the provincial capital, the oil-paper umbrellas on rainy nights in Qingxi Town, and the purple ancient gods underground in Ping'an Town, Feng County. There is lingering destiny, restrained affection, one person's great love for everyone in the world, and another person's small love for that person that refuses to let go.
"You love the world, then let me love you."
——The man waited by the hospital bed for three days, waiting for someone who didn't know whether he would wake up. What was waiting for me was "Can you come here every day from now on?" He replied: "Come every day."
Intention: To forge ahead actively and to love the world.