Yanmen Remnant Monument

At the end of the Five Dynasties, the world was uncertain and the border troubles were not over. When Zhou Jun was inspecting Baishi Temple, an old stele broke into pieces, and the remaining words on the center of the stele reappeared: "Yanmen, Yicang, Seventy-six Households, Shen Family". As a result, Shen Yan, the secretary of the military, was involved in an old Yanmen case that had been dusty for twenty years, and was forced to flee with the remains of the monument. Along the way, he met Han Sandou, a beggar from the Yellow River. The three blasts of the bamboo stick are not a command to the crowd, but a survival signal for the refugees to stop, crouch down, protect their children, and leave their shelters. He met Duan Mingsheng, a Dali medical woman. When the bright light falls, it is not to kill people, but to renew the dying breath. He also met Liu Sanniang, Xiao Yannu, Yelu Guanshan, and the unknown old man who had been drawing doors in Changjiacang's secret prison for twenty years. The Shaolin Stele, the Yellow River Stick Records, the Dali Medical Classics, Liu's Ferry Account, and the remaining copper from the Northland were gradually put together. Only then did Shen Yan discover that the remains of the stele were neither magic nor treasure, but an old road that once rescued seventy-six households in Yanmen. Shen once opened the door to save people, but he was also suspected of collaborating with the enemy; Li Chongxuan once wanted to clear the way to calm the people, but the way to save people turned into a military account book. The drums and horns of Chenqiao are sounded, a new dynasty is about to be established, and old accounts are not settled. Shen Yan finally understood that what he was pursuing was not just his father's innocence, but also those whose names had been erased by labels such as military status, runaways, workers, and refugees. Where does the ruined monument end up? Not to the official position, not to the temple, not to the Shen family. Give it to those who are still on the road and are still willing to leave a bowl of porridge, a password, and a name to those who come after you.