Two Thousand Years of Mortal Life

He was a Qi refiner from the pre-Qin period. He once accompanied Xu Fu on his eastward journey to search for immortals. The fleet entered unknown waters, encountered black tides, encountered giant sharks, and lost all its companions. In the end, the fleet was stranded on an unnamed desert island, where Xu Fu died of illness. He guarded the tomb alone for more than seventy years, and once entered the realm of Qi refining. When he returned to the Central Plains after all the hardships, the country had already changed hands, the Qin Dynasty was destroyed, and the Han Dynasty was established. He deposed all schools of thought in the court and only respected Confucianism. The art of qi refining that had been passed down to the world had long been lost, and he became the last qi refining practitioner in China. With no sect to inherit and no companions to accompany him, he relied on his mortal body to embark on a long road of spiritual practice alone. Two thousand years passed in a blink of an eye. For two thousand years, he used the mountains and rivers as his house, the sun and the moon as his lamp, witnessed the wars of the late Han Dynasty, witnessed the romance of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, witnessed the prosperous age of the Tang Dynasty, and traveled through the mist of the Song Dynasty. The joys and sorrows of the world, the prosperity and decline of dynasties, are just fleeting glimpses to him. … It can be seen that spring passes and autumn comes in ten years. A hundred years can prove birth, old age, illness and death. Over the millennium, dynasties rise and fall. It can be seen that the stars are changing in thousands of years. If a mortal uses the vision of one day to peer into the world of millions of years, will he be like a frog at the bottom of a well?