Uncle Master's Reconstruction Diary

Lin Qingyi's last memory was of him sitting cross-legged and meditating in a quiet room during the heavy snowfall in Maoshan in the winter when he was eighteen years old. When he opened his eyes again, a white-haired old Taoist held his hand tightly and called him "junior brother" with red eyes. That's Zhang Haoqing. His senior brother, who was in his early twenties, is now over seventy years old. Only then did Lin Qingyi realize that his soul had traveled fifty-two years and entered a familiar yet unfamiliar body. The world has changed - supernatural beings are resurrected, ghosts are rampant, and major religions are fighting openly and secretly. And he, the most senior master-uncle in Maoshan, his memory stopped at the age of eighteen, and his magic power was only at the third level of Huang rank. Everyone thought that Uncle Shi was just exhausted of his spiritual power and was recovering. No one knows that this body contains the soul of a young man who knows nothing about the apocalypse. He must play the role of a senior person that everyone respects. At the same time, he wanted to know what happened to the boy who meditated in the quiet room fifty-two years ago.