Jinling is located in eastern China, in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, bordering both the river and the sea.

Since ancient times, Jinling has been known as "the wealth of the world comes from the southeast, and Jinling is its center." With over 6,000 years of civilization history, nearly 2,600 years of city building history, and nearly 500 years of capital history, it is one of the four ancient capitals of China. It is known as the "Ancient Capital of Six Dynasties" and the "Capital City of Ten Dynasties," an important birthplace of Chinese civilization.

Jinling has many mountains, surrounded by hills on all sides. There are Zijinshan, Niushoushan, Mufushan, Chishan, Tangshan, Qinglongshan, Huanglongshan, Zutangshan, Yuntaishan, Laoshan, Lingyanshan, and Maoshan, among others. In addition, there are Fushishan, Jiuhushan, Beiji Ge Shan, Qingliangshan, Shishoushan, and Jilongshen scattered within the city, forming a landscape characterized by many mountains, waters, and hills.

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Among these famous mountains, there is an inconspicuous hill that covers only a few square kilometers. It is called Fangshan. Fangshan is a relatively low-lying mountain with a flat top. Seen from afar, it resembles an ink stamp, hence its ancient name, Yinshan. Although not very tall, Fangshan's location on the plain still gives it an imposing and majestic presence.

In the depths of Fangshan's dense forest, there lies an unassuming Taoist temple. If it weren't for the signboard above the main gate, with the characters "Shangqing Palace" inscribed on it, bearing marks of axe cuts and fire damage, even if the Three Pure Ones themselves visited, they might not recognize it as a place where mortals offer incense.

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Although the saying goes "The mountain does not need to be high, it will become famous if there is a fairy," although there is a Taoist temple on Fangshan Mountain, there are no fairies to follow. During the ten years of turmoil, the Taoist temple was burned down once and later collapsed due to disrepair, making it increasingly dilapidated.

“Oh, oh, why isn't it answering?”

An eighteen or nineteen-year-old man in a Taoist robe was sitting on the steps in front of the Taoist temple, using his right hand to pat the radio on his left palm. However, besides the "hiss" of electrical current, there wasn't any other sound coming from the radio.

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"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, I just changed the battery yesterday, wouldn't it need to be sent back to the city for repair?"

The young Taoist priest mumbled angrily, raising his hand to throw the radio out. But after hesitating for a moment, he put it away. After all, this thing had accompanied him for ten years. He had spent more than half of those lonely times with it.

“You’re joining in on the bullying too?”

Listening to the incessant chirping of cicadas from the large tree above him, the young man frowned. Suddenly, his figure flashed, and with a kick of his foot, he climbed up the thick trunk in three leaps. Just as his body was about to descend, he slapped the branch with his hand and stretched out his right arm like a long ape. With a grasp of his palm, he caught the unsuspecting cicada in his hand.

"Heh heh, I see you're still calling out?" After landing on the ground, the young man spread open his palm and looked at the cicada in his hand. He couldn't help but smile. The unpleasantness caused by the broken radio had also vanished.

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"Well, I suppose I'll let you go..."

After chatting with the cicada for a while, the young man raised his hand and let it fly away. Sunlight streamed through the dense foliage, falling on his face and revealing a handsome face with sword-shaped eyebrows and bright eyes.

“Other people's Taoist temples are called Shangqing Palace, and you also call it Shangqing Palace, but this palace is not that palace. You can’t even afford a meal...”

Turning back, the young man saw the Taoist temple signboard and couldn't help but smile wryly. The last grain of rice in the temple had been eaten by him two days ago, boiling it into a thin porridge that could be used as a mirror. Even that porridge ran out three days later, leaving the young man with no food today.

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Compared to the grand Shangqing Palace on those renowned mountains and rivers, the one on Fang Mountain is undoubtedly a place that puts up a facade. With just three or five dilapidated huts, they dare call it Shangqing Palace. For over ten years, there hasn't been a single incense stick lit, and if it wasn't for digging up herbs and venomous scorpions to sell to farmers down the mountain in exchange for food, the young man would have starved to death long ago.

"The deadline set by my master for returning to the mountains is still three days away. Could I possibly starve to death before then?"

The boy's eyes darted around, gazing at the wisps of smoke rising from the distance down the mountain. He couldn't help but swallow, but fearing his teacher's rules, he hesitated for a long time. Finally, the boy sullenly sat back down on the stone steps in front of the Taoist temple.

"That stupid rabbit, why doesn't it appear again?"

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A picture appeared in the boy's mind. The year before, maybe because of the harvest in the fields below, a plump and large rabbit had been driven to the mountain. In its panic, it ran blindly and crashed into the Taoist temple, providing the boy with a delicious meal.

But this waiting-for-a-rabbit situation, in three years, has only happened once. For three years, the boy would look at that big tree every day, but each time he was disappointed. No second rabbit ever appeared.

"Brother Yi, are you here? I'm here..."

Just when the young Taoist priest was starving and about to go up the mountain to catch some poisonous scorpions, a shout suddenly came from the path at the foot of the mountain. Along with the shout, a figure had already appeared on the uneven stone steps.

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This figure was somewhat plump, its horizontally developed body making the mountain path seem even narrower. However, being overweight didn't mean being clumsy. The person's movements were still agile; he effortlessly climbed the seventy or eighty meters of stairs and only slightly panted after reaching the top.

“Hey, Fatty, why are you just getting here now? Where did you die to for over a year? I almost missed you!” Seeing the arrival, a hint of joy appeared on the young Taoist’s face, his words without the slightest restraint of a monk.

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"Come on, I think you're starving to death. Let me bring some food up for you..."

That fat man walked closer and only then did he see clearly. It turned out that he wasn't very old, probably around twenty years old at most. His small eyes were squinted, giving him a very shrewd look. But that shrewdness disappeared when he smiled, leaving behind a simple, honest face. Please note that I can't actually process HTML tags. My job is to translate the text content within them. If you had text inside the

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“Well, my dad got me a rabbit…” The Fatty raised his left hand and said: “Don’t say your buddy isn’t loyal. I just got back home yesterday, and this morning I brought you a rabbit as soon as I could. Hey, what are you doing?”

The fat man had just raised his left hand when he discovered that the rabbit he was carrying had been snatched. The young boy who had taken the rabbit didn't even wait for him to finish speaking before turning and running into the Taoist temple. In a flash, the fat man was left with nothing but empty air.

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"How hungry must this child be?"

The fat man shook his head with a look of pity. He knew that this little Taoist priest, due to the rules of his sect, could only move within a radius of a few square kilometers around this mountain. All the necessities he needed were exchanged with people from the village at the foot of the mountain. This kind of famine was a common occurrence.

“Hey, you're moving a bit too fast, aren't you?”

When the fat man walked into the Taoist temple and came to the backyard, he realized that the rabbit he had brought was already gutted and skinned by the boy. It was skewered with a large branch, and in the shallow pit on the ground, firewood was already beginning to smoke.

"Brother, I've been hungry for three days…"

Looking at the rabbit meat being licked by the flames, the young Taoist couldn't help but lick his own lips. He said in a resentful voice: "Fatty, you scoundrel! You've been gone for over a year, and every day my brother waited for you to bring food up the mountain..."

"Don't be ridiculous, you wouldn't starve without me..."

As for the young man, Fatty snorted and shook his head, saying: "Fatty grandpa was a soldier too. I can't be a farmer for the rest of my life, right? This time I went out to work. By the way, you're younger than me, so don't act like you're older in front of me. You should call me Fatty Brother, understand?"

“Cut it out, who said I'm younger than you? You were born three days later than me…” The boy said seriously: “Just a time difference, and I'm your older brother. If you don't believe me, go ask your chubby father…”

Although both of them were nearly eighteen or nineteen years old, they clearly cared about who was older than the other. The young Taoist priest exasperated them, and the fat man blurted out, “Don’t give me that! You don’t even know what day you were born…”

"Oh, I...I didn't mean to. Yi Ge, please, can't you just call me brother?"

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After saying that, the fat man realized he had spoken out of turn. He quickly raised his hands and carefully looked at the boy. The two of them had grown up together wearing loose pants, so they naturally knew each other's weak points.

“That’s what you said, I didn’t force you…” Hearing the fat man’s words, the boy’s face stiffened for a moment, although he immediately smiled again, but the fat man who grew up with him wearing open-crotch pants could still see the unnaturalness in the boy's demeanor.

Actually, the fat man wasn't wrong. This young Taoist priest really didn't know his own birthdate.

Because the young boy was taken in by his master while still an infant, and his master, although he had lived a long life and was skilled in divination and astrology, had never raised a child before. He was clueless about how many months old the young boy actually was at the time.

Since he was found outside the Taoist temple, which is located in Fang Mountain, the old Taoist priest named him Fang. The boy slept soundly and peacefully when he was picked up, so the old Taoist priest gave him the single name Yi, making him Fang Yi.

Of course, the old Taoist priest was absolutely unwilling to admit that he had so casually given Fang Yi his name. According to him, the surname Fang was meant to hope that the young man would be upright and honest, while the name Yi was intended to wish that when he grew up, he would be extraordinary and stand out from the crowd.

At that time, Fang Yi was only two or three months old. The old Taoist priest then carried him down the mountain and gave him to his mother, who had also just given birth to a fat baby, to feed him milk. However, the countryside at that time was very poor. After only three months of breastfeeding, Fang Yi was carried back up the mountain by the old Taoist priest to be raised on rice soup.

However, after this layer of origin, Fang Yi and the Fatty could be said to have drunk from the same mother's milk. They were naturally close to each other and had a very good relationship since childhood. Sometimes, when Fatty's father went up the mountain to collect medicinal herbs, he would leave Fatty at the Taoist temple. The two children really grew up together like that, inseparable.

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