I Practiced Lei Dharma in the Northern Song Dynasty

He died once. In his previous life, he was a delivery rider, and in this life, he is the mute son of the Lin family in Wenzhou. When he was five years old, during the Dragon Boat Festival, a Taoist priest smiled at him on the street corner. He spoke his first words after traveling through time: "Mom, I'm hungry." From then on, there was an extra person in this world who shouldn't be here. He polished ink in Su Shi's house, received a bamboo whip in a Buddhist temple, and realized the first thunder method in the heavy rain in Huaisi. He met six-year-old Li Qingzhao and told her under the grape trellis why the Yellow River is yellow. He had stood at the pinnacle of power, and he had also been on the road to escape with nothing. He used his mortal body to practice thunder magic, connect with the gods, and tried to change his destiny against the will of heaven. But in the end he was unable to stop the heavy snow from falling on the city walls of Bianjing. This is not a story about a time traveler saving the world. This is a story about how modern people still choose to stand up after learning what it means to be "powerless" nine hundred years ago. ——And before that, enjoy a bowl of rice dumplings made by my mother.