Tianshi Manor.

The current Celestial Master, Zhang Ruosu, was in closed-door cultivation.

Dressed in a simple Taoist robe, he sat cross-legged on a futon inside the house. Everything else was placed outside, looked after by his disciple's grandson. This was the Old Celestial Master's habit. Although he was usually approachable and amiable, he would dedicate specific times each month to cultivation.

Cultivating during cultivation, cultivating the heart during life.

He wasn't a disciple of the Zhang family originally.

He changed his surname to Zhang later.

This meant he surpassed all the disciples of his generation, even the direct descendants of the Zhang family, and was accepted as a disciple to be the next Celestial Master. This showed his hard work. In front of his belongings, a young Taoist priest sat in contemplation. Suddenly, his phone flashed.

The young man was surprised. He reached out and opened the phone. He was taking care of the Celestial Master's belongings during this time, in case any important messages were missed.

It was a message from an account called "Curator."

Curator, is this the Grandmaster's fellow Taoist?

A strange title.

The young Taoist priest curiously read the message aloud: "Taoist Zhang, I have obtained a wisp of Bo Qi's soul, but unfortunately, the previous imprint has been exhausted. Also, if the Tianshi Manor has the capacity, please pay attention to the changes around Huai Shui Guishan."

This was clearly the tone of someone speaking to a peer.

Sure enough, a senior figure over a hundred years old.

Zhang Yun realized he shouldn't reply to the message on behalf of his grandmaster. He simply remembered these matters and then went to find the martial uncle on duty in the hall, cupping his hands and saying, "Martial Uncle, Grandmaster has a Taoist friend called 'Curator' who sent a message saying we should pay attention to the Huai Shui Guishan area."

"Huai Shui Guishan?"

The Taoist was surprised. "That place hasn't had any abnormalities in the past hundred years. Why mention it suddenly?"

Zhang Yun was also puzzled, shaking his head. "I don't know either. But since it's Grandmaster's Taoist friend, then it must be some reclusive senior expert who has noticed something strange and sent a message to Grandmaster. Now that Grandmaster is in seclusion, we should go and check the situation."

The Taoist on duty pondered briefly and slowly nodded, saying, "You're right."

"I will send a disciple to take a magical artifact there."

After giving instructions, the Taoist on duty used the Tianshi Manor's water-element observation magical artifact and performed divination based on the celestial stars. He still didn't detect anything different, shaking his head and thinking it was strange, but he had to keep this matter in mind for the time being.

Perhaps this matter was just an agreement between the senior called Curator and his grandmaster.

They, these juniors, couldn't understand the mysteries.

He stroked his graying beard, feeling sentimental in his heart.

...

Wei Yuan stopped in front of a pottery hobby studio in Quan City.

He had a nightmare last night and couldn't sleep anyway, so he wanted to see if he could weaken the influence of Yuan's residue on him through some effort. Pottery was definitely the best choice, but when he got there, he found that, whether by coincidence or not, all twenty-odd people in the class today were young and fashionable girls.

He was the only male.

Those seemingly youthful and beautiful girls looked at him curiously. The teacher was a mature, gentle, and elegant woman in her thirties, with her hair simply tied into a ponytail. She looked at Wei Yuan in surprise, then nodded and smiled, asking him to sit down. She took out a sample and introduced it:

"Today, we will teach everyone how to make a flower vase. It's relatively simple and elegant, and also quite practical. When it's completely finished, everyone can take it home and use it to arrange flowers, or simply use it as a decoration, which is a good choice."

Wei Yuan looked at the sample. It was a very common type of pottery. Relatively speaking, people who draw sketches should be very familiar with this kind of thing. After the teacher gave a brief introduction, she began to teach some basic pottery-making methods, followed by free creation.

Everyone had their own workstation, with many tools on it, such as pottery wheels, turntables, and various cutting and hollowing tools, densely packed, giving people a very professional feeling.

Wei Yuan didn't miss a single word while listening. With his current control over his body, he could easily complete these uncomplicated techniques, but when he actually started, the courses he had heard before and those modern pottery-making techniques were all left behind.

His body moved a step earlier.

Yu Xuesong walked among the students, correcting some common mistakes.

Even if it was just an experience class purchased online, she was dedicated and serious enough.

Although most people came here just to experience pottery, as a hobby, and basically wouldn't come a second time, the content taught today was very basic, and with complete tools, it was easy to achieve results.

Even if there were various shortcomings and problems, at least it looked like a piece of pottery, which would be very fulfilling. This sense of accomplishment could leave some people to experience it a second time, and then a small number of people would truly develop a love for pottery. This might be the value of this work beyond money.

Pottery and earthenware had accompanied people for a long time.

But now it has gradually disappeared from most people's lives.

As a pottery worker, Yu Xuesong was somewhat disappointed about this. After pointing out a loophole made by a girl, she suddenly heard a surprised exclamation. She subconsciously turned her head and looked at the only male student sitting at the very edge.

Then her eyes widened.

Pottery has gone through a long period of development, and in modern times, there are many auxiliary tools available, but she saw that the young man who came to experience it gave up those tools and only used the wheel throwing technique. A pottery naturally and smoothly appeared in his hand, and then he used his fingers to modify it and a wooden knife to carve patterns.

His hand was very steady, even terribly steady in her opinion.

All the movements were calm and unhurried, without the slightest excess, almost like art.

The pottery-making youth was focused, his expression meticulous.

Yu Xuesong was a little distracted. At that moment, she almost felt like she had seen her teacher, the old gentleman who had studied pottery all his life, with the same meticulousness, the same focus and gentleness. No, more than that. Yu Xuesong had a vague understanding in her heart that she dared not believe.

It was as if, in front of this young man, that highly respected elder seemed inferior.

It was as if he was one of those legendary grandmasters.

But he was clearly so young...

She subconsciously covered her mouth, not letting herself scream, so as not to disturb the other party.

What appeared in the other party's hands was a simple but ancient pottery, completely different from the one used for display. This pottery had a strong and primitive style, with a considerable impact of beauty. Whether it was the curvature or the patterns on it, they were extremely natural, as if they were naturally formed, with a sense of mystery different from this era.

This was almost a work of art.

She couldn't help but want to speak, but suddenly found that the very young man was staring blankly at the pottery.

Tears were streaming down his face without him knowing when.

Wei Yuan looked at the pottery that almost naturally appeared in his hands, and a kind of sadness that he himself couldn't describe or describe suddenly appeared. Tears appeared almost uncontrollably, followed by absentmindedness. He came back to his senses and wiped his tears with his sleeve.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a phone taking a picture. Wei Yuan turned his head and saw Yu Xuesong taking a picture of his pottery. The latter smiled embarrassedly and said, "...This is really too beautiful, and it seems to be a very ancient style. Are you not a beginner?"

Wei Yuan was silent for a moment, then smiled and replied, "I guess so."

He stared at this pottery, as if he saw Yuan's youth and Yuan's old age.

Yu Xuesong would feel that her teacher was not as good as him, which was normal. People of this era only regarded pottery as a hobby, but in the age of gods, this was Yuan's life...

Wei Yuan suddenly reached out and smashed the newly made pottery directly.

Yu Xuesong was startled, and then looked at the pottery with some regret. Wei Yuan took a deep breath. He had originally said that he would make a pottery and send it to Jue as a vase, but now it seemed that it was not good to send it. He was not ready to express some things yet.

Wei Yuan got up to say goodbye, gave a five-star rating, and came out of the pottery studio.

Looking at the sunlight outside, he pursed his lips. Yuan's remaining memories and experiences had caused him considerable trouble now, and it was obviously more serious than he had imagined.

Relying on cultivation and meditation to increase himself should weaken this influence, but Wei Yuan felt that he should see a psychologist.

After returning to the museum, he turned on the computer and re-accessed the largest psychological hospital in Jiangnan Province.

Opening the appointment section and consulting the customer service, after carefully distinguishing the cost performance and the comprehensive patient evaluation on the Internet, Wei Yuan chose a high-achieving student who was said to be from a famous university and had studied abroad as his psychologist, and made an appointment.

Although the hospital was in Yingtian Prefecture, modern transportation was extremely developed.

It wasn't too much trouble.

Soon, Wei Yuan's phone received a text message notifying him of the successful appointment. He looked at the doctor's photo on the website. It was a young woman with short hair, delicate and gentle features, and her expression and smile gave a feeling of peace.

Her name was Wang Qi.

...

After get off work, Yu Xuesong sent away the last batch of students.

She sat down to rest, exhausted. She opened her phone and played for a while, then suddenly remembered the young man she had seen today, and the pottery that was obviously in an antique style. Feeling it was novel, she sent the photo to the classmate group.

In fact, she studied sculpture art at the Academy of Fine Arts as an undergraduate, and then switched to pottery.

After graduation, the classmates in the group rarely popped up. She waited with great interest for a while, but there was still no reply, lamenting that everyone's feelings had faded after graduation. She didn't pay too much attention, packed her things and went home, took a shower, and lay lazily on the sofa when the phone screen flashed twice.

It was the old professor who was highly respected in her memory.

"Who made this?"