Yanlanlu

In this world, everything has animism. Mountains, rocks, vegetation, birds and animals can all be turned into one's own use through intermediary contracts. On the third day after the Waking of Insects, a baby with no origin appeared in a ruined temple in a deserted village. He was not born - all the qi in the world gathered in the mountain temple that day, shattered the statue of the god, and gathered into him. Old man Zhao took him home and saw clearly the inscription on the copper coin that came with him under the stove fire: Heaven and earth share the same spirit. The child has the exact same mark on his chest - an air dragon holding its head and tail. Three wisps of white air floated out from the top of his head, and the umbilical cord was severed but there was no blood. This was a stillbirth, but he was alive and well. There are still thirteen stoves in the deserted village. Wang Laizi carved his grandson's name on the knife for fifteen years. Granny Li made him the first bowl of paste using Kudzu root originally prepared for the dead. Carpenter Liu carved a cage for him that was extremely light - the lighter the wood, the less breathable it is. A group of former bosses hiding in an isolated village fed this group of people who didn't know they were angry with mouthfuls of Baijia rice. When he was fifteen years old, he asked Old Man Zhao: "What am I?" "You are angry." He didn't know that a recipe from ancient times to today was waiting for him to reach the end.