The weather in summer is like a baby face sometimes, it changes at any time.

When Li Anran first set out on the road, the night was still beautiful. Apart from the noise from the tricycle riding underneath him, there was a clear breeze and a very interesting scene in the bright moon.

Unexpectedly, after just five or six minutes of driving, the sky turned completely gloomy. After a few lightning flashes and thunder, a heavy downpour immediately started pouring down.

"Damn it! It's raining at the wrong time."

Seeing the rain coming one after another and getting heavier and heavier, Li Anran, who had originally planned to rush on as fast as he could, had to start looking for a place where he could take shelter from the rain.

The downpour like a curtain of water made his vision very blurry. Seeing this person who was out of the way, Li Anran could only stuff himself into the shoulder bag.

Fortunately, after performing rituals, in order to prevent the tools from being blown away, the soft-top retractable hood of the sidecar was lowered and locked, thus preventing the contents inside from getting wet by the rain.

The only thing that made me unhappy was that the fashionable robe, which was specially designed and custom-made by someone, was completely soaked by the heavy rain just after being used once.

"Forget it, if you get wet, you'll get wet. Just bear with it for a while. Fortunately, this is a three-wheeled one instead of a two-wheeled one. Now I don't have anywhere to hide even if I want to hide from the rain."

Li Anran got into the sidecar as quickly as possible and pulled up the soft-top retractable hood. He pulled at the wet and uncomfortable robe that had stuck to his body. Hearing the sound of rain hitting the soft-top retractable hood, he could only accept his fate.

Seeing that the rain outside would not stop for a while, Li Anran, who was hiding in the sidecar, was just doing nothing. He took out a flat wine flask and drank while playing with his mobile phone.

Li Anran didn't like games in the first place, but lost interest after playing for a while. He accidentally opened the photo album and saw a familiar figure.

"Grandpa, are you okay now?" Li Anran looked at the photo blankly, his heart full of sadness, but his thoughts unknowingly extended to other places.

It is said that it was a cold winter, and Li Anran was still a newborn baby, but for unknown reasons, he was abandoned by his cruel parents in the grass on the roadside and almost froze to death.

It is said that life should not be cut off. The traveling Taoist priest Li Guizhen was passing by this place. He was attracted by the cry in the grass and found out that it was an abandoned baby and adopted him next to him.

With this little "drag", Li Guizhen, who originally had no worries and planned to continue traveling around, simply settled in a small village below the county seat in the south of Nanjing City.

Relying on their good medical skills and equally good wine-making skills, although the young man and his wife did not live a wealthy life, food and clothing were not a problem.

After Li Anran, who majored in agriculture and forestry, graduated from university, he found a good job in Nanjing. Whenever he had a rest, he would return home to reunite with Li Guizhen.

Several times, he wanted to bring his grandfather to live in the city, but Li Guizhen refused. Just when Li Anran was about to make a fool of himself, bad news suddenly came.

Li Guizhen, who was originally quite strong, actually left immediately without any warning. When Li Anran heard the news, he rushed home as quickly as possible, but he didn't even see him for the last time.

The only good thing is that Li Guizhen died peacefully and left a very detailed and legal will before his death.

But what makes Li Anran depressed is that there is nothing in the will about houses, inheritance, etc., but there is a request in another hidden message, but it is very strange.

After reading this message, Li Anran not only knew his true life experience, but also discovered that his grandfather was not just a wandering Taoist priest.

In Li Anran's eyes, wandering Taoist priests should be the unified pronoun for those warlocks, doctors, and various weird and traditional professions that travel around the world.

Who would have expected that his grandfather was actually a member of the authentic Taoist family. As specifically pointed out in the message, he was the 17th generation heir to the Chunyang Palace.

Li Anran, who never thought that he would become a member of the Taoist family, and who took over the mantle of Chunyang Palace, could not calm down for a long time when faced with this message.

As for his status as an outcast, Li Guizhen didn't need to explain it. Over the years, Li Anran had noticed some clues.

But unlike those orphans who had to find their biological parents, life or death, after knowing their origins, Li Anran never thought of doing so as an adult.

Even in Li Guizhen's last words, he clearly recorded the time and place, and even Li Anran's belongings at that time.

But after Li Anran read the content about his life experience, he only felt sentimental for a short while and decided to pack these things and bury them with his grandfather.

In Li Anran's heart, ever since his grandfather rescued him and worked hard to help him become a successful person, the two of them have a biological relationship.

Not to mention the vast sea of ​​​​people, it is impossible to find his biological parents with these clues. Even if they could be found, Li Anran never thought of looking for them as an adult.

What really made it difficult for Li Anran was the mantle of Chunyang Palace. I found information about Chunyang Palace. It was the place where Lu Zu and Lu Dongbin were enshrined.

I really couldn't imagine that it had anything to do with Li Guizhen, a wandering Taoist priest, but seeing that this matter was the other person's last wish, Li Anran naturally had to fulfill it.

After finishing his grandfather's funeral, Li Anran resigned from his really good job and returned home to take over Li Guizhen's original job.

Li Anran was thinking about this, listening to the sound of rain hitting the soft-top retractable convertible, while holding the flat wine bottle he carried with him and taking a sip.

When thinking of the old saying, "A child wants to be raised, but a relative cannot wait", Li Anran, who was immersed in memories and sorrow, shed two lines of tears without even realizing it.

After Li Anran finished drinking the home-brewed wine in the flask, he realized that while he was recalling and sighing with emotion, the sound of rain outside had become much quieter.

Li Anran opened the corner of the hood and took a look. He found that the rain outside had indeed lightened up, so he didn't care about the drizzle and got out directly.

Anyway, the monk's robe is soaked through, so this little rain is nothing. It makes more sense to get home early and take a hot bath than to wait any longer.

But just when Li Anran got on his car and was about to start it, a burst of thunder suddenly sounded in the gloomy night sky, and then lightning struck the sky one after another.

Li Anran was startled by the shocking thunder just now. He patted his chest subconsciously, then his eyes went dark and he didn't know anything anymore.

…

"Taoist, Taoist, wake up, wake up..."

A worried and somewhat anxious male voice called uncle, Li Anran tried hard to open his eyes, endured the numbness and pain all over his body, and looked at the people around him.

As a result, the dazzling sunlight came into view, and it was impossible to see who was next to him. He could only vaguely see that the other person was a man.

"Wake up, wake up! Finally woke up, great!"

Seeing Li Anran's actions, Zhao Er's face suddenly burst into laughter.

Unfortunately, this person happened to be squatting there with his back to the sun. Li Anran couldn't see his expression clearly at all, and could only be sure that the person next to him was probably his savior.

Just when he felt that the numbness and swelling in his body had subsided, before he could speak, Li Anran felt his stomach twitching and subconsciously uttered one word: "Hungry!"

"Hey, Taoist Priest, I'm going to get you something to eat right now."

After hearing the sound, Zhao Er quickly ran to the side, broke the millet buns he had brought with him into the mountains into small pieces, put them in a bowl and soaked them with water from the gourd.

"Taoist Master, the food is here, be careful and eat slowly." After the rice buns were soaked until soft, Zhao Er carefully helped the person up and brought the buns to his mouth.

There is no oil or salt. Although the millet bun has a natural grain fragrance, the taste is far inferior to that of white flour. Normally, Li Anran would not treat himself so badly.

But at the moment, he no longer cares about all this. After feeling the aroma of the food, he immediately swallowed it in big mouthfuls. The way he tasted it would definitely make African refugees feel inferior.

"Eat slowly, eat slowly, be careful of choking."

The honest and honest Zhao Er was curious about how this luxuriously dressed Taoist priest could be so hungry. However, he did not ask, he just advised him carefully.

After Li Anran swallowed the bowl of steamed rice buns in three mouthfuls, he found that the hunger in his belly not only did not subside, but in fact became more intense.

"Still hungry!"

"Hey, Taoist Priest, I'll get you another bowl."

Taking the clean pottery bowl, Zhao Er broke his last millet bun into pieces and soaked it in the water.

Consuming two bowls of soaked millet buns in succession did not alleviate the hunger in Li Anran's belly, but it finally restored some of his strength.

"Where am I?"

After enduring the soreness and pain that was no longer very severe, Li Anran sat up and looked around subconsciously, only to find that he was in a completely unfamiliar environment.

"Taoist Priest, this is in the Qinling Mountains, not far from our Zhaojia Village."

Seeing that the person could sit up and looked better than before, Zhao Er finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he became even more curious.

"Qinling? Zhaojiacun? No! Then who are you?"

Li Anran was originally wondering if he was on his way back to the village before he fell into coma. Naturally, when he woke up, he ran into the mountains, and it was obviously a big mountain.

But there are no mountains near Lijiabian (village) where my home is located. Even within the scope of Shili Baxiang, there are only a few low-altitude hills.

When he saw clearly that the person who had just fed him was actually a dark man dressed in retro clothing with patches all over his clothes, his heart skipped a beat.

"My name is Zhao Er, the hunter in the village, Taoist priest, are you okay?"

It was obvious that the mood of the person in front of him was not quite right, and Zhao Er couldn't help but feel worried.

"Zhao Er? Orion?"

"Yes, my brother and I are hunters in the village."

Looking at the other person, it was obvious that he was not lying to him, and there were no cameras or other things around him. The most important thing was that Zhao Er's accent was very wrong.

It is obviously not the dialect spoken near Lishui County, nor is it Nanjing dialect. Instead, it is very similar to the Guanzhong accent of my friend from the fourth year of college, Fatty Qian from Xi'an City.

As a person born in the 1980s who has been in college for four years, I naturally read fast-food books such as online novels. Li Anran's feeling of uneasiness became more and more intense.

"Who is Zhao Er?"

"Yes, Taoist Priest, it's me."

"Do you know what year it is now?"

"I heard from the patriarch that this is the first year of Zhenguan."

"Zhen... Zhenguan Yuan... the first year?"
Chapter completed!