Daoyan looked at the girl in front of him. After being silent, he felt that it seemed to come at the wrong time.

The goddess took a step to the side.

After Dao Yan thanked him, he walked into the museum. Although he already knew that it was a dream, when he saw Wei Yuan, he still couldn't help but think of that dream and felt a little weird in his heart.

"It's you...Master Daoyan."

Wei Yuan was a little surprised by Dao Yan's sudden visit, and then noticed the ancient book in the hands of the black-clothed monk. He frowned slightly, and Dao Yan said slowly: "... I have something that I want to ask Wei Yuan for.

The owner of the museum takes a look."

Wei Yuan thought that when he came to the museum for the first time, he also wanted to let him take a look.

There is no doubt that what his past self did was to reverse Daoyan's fate.

It really made Daoyan remember him deeply in the long years to come and never forget him.

As for hatred.

Or is it the obsessive-compulsive disorder that has been developed since childhood?

As a result, Daoyan couldn't swallow this breath of frustration because he had clearly seen his fate, but in the end, he felt a sense of embarrassment.

In short, Dao Yan is at odds with Wei Yuan.

Such persistence made Wei Yuan unable to help but grit his teeth and sigh.

The me in the past……

What on earth have you done!

Seeing Dao Yan's persistent look, Wei Yuan had no choice but to explain to Jue and Yuan Jue, and then returned to the quiet room where he usually meditated and practiced. Dao Yan looked around, sat down quietly, and then moved the chair without changing his expression.

.

Until the four legs of the chair fall exactly into the square tiles.

There is no line pressed to either side.

Each landing point of the chair is equidistant from the edge of the square tile.

It also does not suppress the decorative patterns on the tiles.

Only then did his brows relax and he looked refreshed.

He raised one hand in front of his chest and pronounced the Buddha's name, saying: "Amitabha."

"Master of the Guard, please take a look at this."

He turned over his hand and took out the tightly wrapped ancient book, and then handed it to Wei Yuan carefully. There was no doubt that it was a manuscript, or even just a draft. The edges and corners of the pages had already been stained.

yellow.

Wei Yuan's expression slowly became serious: "This is..."

His palm gently pressed on this ancient book.

There are countless pictures in front of me.

I saw with my own eyes that Wei Yuan was once again sketching the scroll on the ancient book. However, the young monk who had a deep grudge against the person in front of him in his previous life, or at least what he thought was a grudge, did not do anything, let alone take advantage of this opportunity to take action. In the end, he just clasped his hands together.

.

As for the reason...

The wooden door slowly opened.

The girl with a high ponytail was humming softly outside.

The flowing wind filled the entire museum.

Binghun sat cross-legged on the ground and took out a fist-sized whetstone from somewhere, sharpening the blade bit by bit. While sharpening the knife, he glanced at Dao Yan with a simple and honest smile, and the sound of sharpening the knife almost scratched his ears.

past.

Not to mention the two little ones from the Taoist sect, the girl holding snacks and chewing them had an aura of fierce flames between her eyebrows.

The tall and muscular Yuanjue mopped the floor, but the mop was clearly made of special metal...

Lines of sight seemed to fall on the young monk.

They seemed to have said everything.

It seemed like he didn't say anything.

Yuanjue put the heavy mop aside and said with a hearty smile:

"Little Master Daoyan, do you want something to eat?"

Dao Yan had no expression on his face and looked away.

……………………

It was June of Jihai, the eighteenth year of Jiajing.

In that month, a corner of the Tianmu Mountains in Zhejiang collapsed, and thousands of snakes emerged.

——"Wanli Yehuobian"·Ming Dynasty.

Just in February of this year, Emperor Jiajing encountered fires three times in a row when he was out. The last time he was almost involved in the fire, Long Yan was furious, which caused many officials to suffer.

No one knew that a corner of Tianmu Mountain cracked and a person stepped out.

Zhejiang Yiwu.

This area also belongs to Jiangnan Province, with lots of water. There is a natural pond in the shape of a full moon, and there is a medium-sized island in it. The locals here call this place Rhino Watching the Moon, but

There was a grotto in which a man stood up unsteadily.

He stretched out his hand, took a handful of water, wiped his face, and exhaled a breath of foul air.

What the water reflects is a face that looks to be in his thirties at most. His black hair is raised up with green hairpins. He is dressed in gray clothes and has an ancient temperament. He clearly looks like he is only in his twenties, but his temples are already gray.

, as if there was a slight chill in the water, he couldn't help coughing, and a look of death appeared on his face.

After a long time, he reluctantly stood up, looked into the distance, his eyes were blank, and murmured:

"The Year of Jiajing..."

"Why, I haven't died yet?"

Since the collapse at the foot of Tianmu Mountain, he has been wandering in this land. For some reason, he no longer remembers anything. But even though he no longer remembers anything, he is inexplicably lacking and knows a lot of things, including some in the wild.

No wild beasts, birds, poisonous snakes can invade you.

He is also good at cooking and knows a lot of medical skills.

But he really couldn't remember why he was at the foot of Tianmu Mountain.

He just remembered that he was supposed to die during the Hongwu period, or at most later, but the person who was supposed to die did not die. What happened that led to this ending?

There is nothing more contrary to fate than to keep the dead alive.

The man in gray, who barely vaguely remembered the past, was just wandering aimlessly. When it came to duty that day, some sounds of fighting could be heard in the distance, and it was some local children arguing.

Whose opera is the best? You can’t hear the Wu opera here, but you can’t hear it in other places. Most children who don’t have books like these stories.

He was joking and having fun at the same time. He was born in a peasant family and rarely had any free time.

While he was playing with himself, he looked up and saw that there was another person in front of him. He was wearing gray clothes and his expression was peaceful, but he looked a little listless, as if he was about to die. He was shocked.

One of them, a thin young man with a simple face, was so frightened that he fell back. It was the man in gray robe who stretched out his hand and pulled him to prevent him from falling to the ground. The man asked in a gentle tone: "Are you okay?"

"No, it's okay..."

The thin young man shook his head quickly.

When the young men saw an indescribable look of frailty on the face of this young man in gray robes, as if he was terminally ill, or in other words, this was believed by some people who crawled out of the grave, they quickly called their companions to stay away.

But the thinnest young man had a kind heart. After hesitating for a moment, he ran over and handed over a piece of cake in his arms. Then he turned his head and ran away as if in fear. The man in gray robe smiled and thanked him, and then sat there.

Eating this not very delicious food in silence.

After returning home, several teenagers felt that they had encountered a ghost and had nightmares for several days.

The youngest boy felt uneasy and came running a few more times.

After going back and forth, I slowly came to know that this young man was not a ghost, but just a wandering doctor. However, everyone later said that he seemed to have a heart problem and kept coughing every day, so his medical skills must not be very good.

But I said so behind my back, but there are no doctors in this rural area.

If there was really any problem, I had no choice but to come to Dr. Yuan, who seemed unreliable.

The thin boy often ran here, for no other reason than because he could get delicious food here. One day, the young man asked him with a smile: "Do you have any ideas for the future? Are you willing to follow me?"

Learn some medical skills?"

The young man joked:

"Although I'm not a famous doctor, I should still be able to teach students."

At that time, the boy's father was also there, and he was immediately overjoyed.

In this place, medical skills are something that can be passed down from generation to generation, even if you don't make a living from this profession.
To be continued...