Mortal Vein Immortal

In the winter of the 327th year of Daliang calendar, it was a snowy night. Chen died of dystocia when she was nine months pregnant. Before her death, she sent the caretaker of her premature baby to Feixian Temple, thirty miles away. The person who took in the child was Songfeng, the only Taoist priest in the temple. He was fifty years old at that time, had been poor for most of his life, and had no disciples. Sixteen years later. The pine breeze sat on an ordinary autumn night. What was left to Chen Fei, a seventeen-year-old disciple, was not only a Taoist temple that had fallen into disrepair, but also a secret spell that had taken the master thirty years of hard work and could not be cracked until his death - and a name that had never appeared in the world: Qingling Xuanqi. Master was looking for it until his death. Chen Fei has no spiritual roots, but he has tested his mortal veins. He has never worshiped the Immortal Sect or read any secret books. After the master left, he rang the bell, planted vegetables, repaired the roof, and wrote talismans for the villagers to read Feng Shui alone. Every ordinary day and night, he turned over the manuscript of his master's thirty-year exploration, and saw from the handwriting an old man who went to the East China Sea, traveled to southern Xinjiang, and sold his property from the age of forty to seventy, traveling through wind and snow, and gained nothing. He gradually understood: The answer that Master had spent his whole life looking for outside the world - perhaps, was not outside. And in this night of eating every vegetable, breathing every breath, I climbed up to the roof alone to repair leaks again and again. This is not a story about a mortal who defies fate and changes his destiny. This is a story in which a mortal finally understands that there is no need to change one's destiny, the Tao is already within one's body. Mortal body, inheritance is immortal.