Dongyue Asked

Lin Yuan collected medicine at the foot of Mount Tai for ten years. In the past ten years, what he remembered was not the shape of the herbs—it was how each person who came to seek immortality walked. Jingu Ding, etc., With average qualifications. Everyone said that he would never be able to climb up to Daizong in this life. He didn't argue. Just take a few more steps to the foot of the mountain every morning. Until that day, he dug out a bluestone tablet under the crooked neck pine tree. There is a line of words engraved on the stele - "Han Zi left it here. The flute is broken but the meaning is unbroken. If future generations see it, don't break the incense." Han Xiangzi, one of the Eight Immortals, passed by a ruined temple at the foot of Mount Tai hundreds of years ago, drank half a bowl of crude tea, and left behind this stone stele and his Tao. From then on, Lin Yuan embarked on a road that no one had traveled. It's not a smooth road created by chance encounters with magic weapons - it's based on the eyesight developed through ten years of collecting medicine. Look at your gait and posture, and see whether you are really standing up straight or whether your molars are holding on after biting them. Each of the eight magic weapon fragments left on the land of Qilu by the Eight Immortals after their ascension is a "path". Others are grabbing pieces, but he is enlightening. Others seek to ascend in the way of immortals, but he chooses to take the ninth path. From the foot of Mount Tai to the Penglai Fairy Island, from the Taoist tradition of Mount Laoshan to the old path of the Yellow River - a young herb collector who was looked down upon by everyone, stepped on his own path to immortality step by step on this land where the gods left their footprints. He didn't go up the mountain because he became stronger. It was only after going up the mountain that I became stronger.