Zhenguan Fake Taoist Priest

A new era is coming, and the prosperous Tang Dynasty will usher in a great emperor. Jiang Yue left the Peach Blossom Spring and plunged into this lively and hot world of mortals. … The official held the crumpled hemp paper and looked him up and down: "You are so young, how can you look like a serious Taoist priest? Could it be that you are a fake Taoist priest?" Jiang Yue was anxious: "Why is it fake! There is an official seal on the certificate! If you don't believe it, go and check it!" The official waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, okay, let's go quickly and don't block the way." Jiang Yue passed the test by luck, but she didn't know that during this journey, he would meet such people—— Someone fell in front of him in the light of the sword. Later, he carved the name on the grave for a long time, stroke by stroke, as if he wanted to carve that person back into the world. The tracker, who was walking hunched over on the river bank, could only hand out a pot of water. He watched those people walk away, and their footprints were quickly smoothed away by the river. He couldn't hold back the parting wine, so he could only drink bowl after bowl until he passed out drunk on the bow of the ship heading south. He learned to rock an oar, bandage, hold a knife, and also learned to say goodbye. But what he often thought about later was not those grand things - it was the fried beans that Zhou Tai secretly stuffed into his luggage, the pot of water that Wang Lie handed him, and the night when the brothers were drunk and slapped the table and laughed. The master said to the letter in his arms, "I won't open it until I get to Chang'an." He didn't know what was written in the letter, but he knew—— Along the way, the innocent young man in Taohuayuan has found someone he can't let go of.