There's Something Wrong with This Bead

When he was six years old, Chen Zhuo woke up with an extra bead in his hand. Gray, rough, and dull. But holding it tightly, he pushed down the iron pillar that was half a head taller than him, and the stone jumped seven times on the water. At night he had a dream. In the dream, he flew into the sky, and a ring spread out high in the sky, and the ring broke through the roof of a ruined temple to the west. He smelled a scent. When I wake up, the dream is forgotten, but the fragrance is still there. Chen Zhuo followed the scent to find the temple and dug out a wooden box. In the box lies an identical gray bead. The bead in the pocket moved, and it ate the bead in the temple. There is a blue line on the surface of the bead. He didn't know where the bead came from or what it would become. But he knew one thing: Zhuzi wanted more. But the deacon of Youxuan Sect has a different fragrance. Underneath the fragrance, there is a layer of earthy smell.