Three Thousand Taoist Masters

Three years ago, Ye Fan woke up under the peach tree during a heavy rainstorm, with no relatives or past. With only his inexplicable skills, he repaired the dilapidated attic, worked as an ordinary milk tea shop assistant in a small town, and lived an ordinary life. He is soft-spoken and easy-going, but he is always surrounded by a void in the middle of the night. It seems as if he was born just to "complete" some forgotten event. The wind blows every night in the deserted tombs in the west of the city, and undercurrents surge beneath the ruined monuments. The ordinary world gradually reveals traces of not belonging to this world. Those instincts engraved in the bones, those lingering melancholy, all point to a deeply buried truth. He didn't know who he was, or what extreme heights he had been on. All he knows is that his return journey is hidden in this ordinary world. Ask with an ordinary mind, and transform one body into three thousand.