Every Thought Enters the Tao

On the day I got married, when I lifted up the red hijab, what I saw was not the bride's blushing face, but the frost on her brows. Her name is Yun Niang. People in the village say she came here to escape the famine, but I am the only one who knows that when she smiles, the winter becomes warmer. But she is sick. The doctor said that the cold in her meridians was not a human disease and could not be cured. An old doctor in Linxian County said that there is an immortal in the mountains to the north. There is a kind of grass on the immortal's mountain called Hanqi grass, which can cure all cold diseases in the world. That night, I kowtowed to my father three times and left two letters on the table. One for dad and one for her. I can't write, so I asked an old boy from the village to write for me. There were only two lines in the letter to her—— "Yun Niang, I'm going to find some medicine that can cure your illness. Just wait for me. It's the puppy that's lying to you." I thought I would be back soon. I don't know, that mountain is so high. I didn't know that the immortal's door was so difficult to enter. I don't know, if you embark on this road of cultivating immortality, you will never look back. My name is Chen Nianan. Zalinggen, a handyman in the abandoned sword room, knelt for ten days and nights before he stepped into the immortal gate. Others build the foundation in one year, but I refine the first level of Qi in five years. They said that my qualifications were too poor and I would never be able to make a breakthrough in my life. But I want to try. Because someone is waiting for me at home. She was still coughing and her hands were still cold. Every night she would stand under the jujube tree at the entrance of the village, tiptoeing and looking north. I have to go back. Go back with the medicine.