In the year when Yunxu Mountain was closed, Yu Meng was driven off the mountain by his master.
Before leaving, Master only left one sentence: "There are many roads in the world, so don't be in a hurry to show others the way."
He didn't know how to summon wind and rain, nor did he know how to subjugate demons. He only took a tough-mouthed and greedy little red fox with him into the northern land. There are steam trains in the city, compradors in suits, and hungry people still fighting for a well water; iron pipes are buried in old canals in deserted villages, and old debts that have refused to be seen for many years are hidden under the abandoned roadbed.
Yu Meng was just passing by at first.
He mended a lamp for someone, held up a clothes pole that was about to fall over, and tightened the well rope for a young Taoist who dared not go down the well. He also listened to people tell old stories that no one was willing to remember.
Later, he gradually realized that in some places in this world, the breath of mountains and rivers was blocked; some people secretly held things that should belong to the world in their own hands.
So he walked on.
From the foot of Yunxu Mountain to thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
On this trip, he did not act for heaven, but only borrowed a path in the world.
