Zhenchuan

My name is Lu Zhenliu, the son of a fisherman on the east coast of this coast. When he was fifteen years old, three immortals came to the village. One was wearing white clothes, carrying a sword on his back, and his eyes were full of sorrow. One was wearing a green robe, holding a whisk, and said he wanted to take on a disciple. One shook his folding fan and said with a smile: "This is a nice place, suitable for playing chess." They stood in front of my thatched cottage all night. My father was too scared to go out, and my mother burned three sticks of incense. I lay down in the crack of the door to look, and saw the immortal in white looking up at the sky and saying: "Coming." Then, a sword fell from the sky. That was the first time I saw Juggernaut. It's also the last time. Later I learned that there were countless pairs of eyes looking at this fishing village that night. On this side, across the river, on the other side - the saints are all watching. Because that sword involves a secret older than heaven and earth.