February 28, 2017. The last day of February. Xingdeshan, a local city in a southern province in southern China.

It is said to be Xingde Mountain, but it is actually a small mountainous area. The altitude is not high, about 1,200 meters. It is a newly developed outing route for people to climb mountains in the city.

There are not many people, and the weather is very good. They all come to climb the mountain.

Xingde Mountain is very steep, and it is a bit dangerous to get up. Moreover, some supporting facilities and safety facilities are not yet perfect. The scenery on the top of the mountain is good. There is a huge stone that flies directly out of the cliff and hangs in the air. Next to this hanging stone is a Taoist temple. There are some incense, but there are not many people and there are not many Taoist priests. There are only one guardian and one sweeper.

"Fellow Taoist, please." A young man bowed to the Taoist priest who was sweeping in the Taoist temple.

The Taoist priest who swept the sweeping was a little old, and he didn't know the specific age, but his beard was white and energetic, and he looked quite fairy-like. He glanced at the young man, nodded and said, "I am also a Taoist practitioner?"

The young man was wearing casual clothes, hiking shoes, and carrying a backpack. Although he was a little thin, he didn't feel the coldness of his shrinkage. He looked quite energetic and had a burly figure. At least compared to the old Taoist priest, he was tall. However, he didn't look like a Taoist priest.

"I have been practicing Taoism for many years. Since I was one year old, I have been adopted by my family master. I have taught Taoist scriptures since I was a child and practiced in the mountains with my master. Now I have been more than 20 years. Last year, my family master passed away and told me to come and get back something from that year. I don't know what it was. My family master asked me to come, and I have the principle of my family master."

"Your master is—"

"The master's name is Yunyangzi, and the ancestor is Chunyang. The one who practices is Chunyang in Huashan." said the young man Jia Huan, "Before his death, he will be with me, a token." As he said that, he took out a piece of jasper from his hand, which was carved with a dragon-shaped jade. The jade is not big, only as big as a palm of half a child. However, it has a very good texture.

However, this jade is only half.

The sweeper took the jade pendant, rubbed it in his hand, and then laughed: "The old friend is here later, and we can finally reunite this completed jade sculpture."

The young man Jia Huan looked at him with some confusion. The Taoist Sashuan explained: "This half of the jade is a token, and combined with the other half, it will be regarded as a pure yang saint. This saint will become the new ancestor of pure yang, and the achievements of the Taoist ancestor will be no less than that of the ancestor of Tao."

"This jade pendant..." Jia Huan pointed to the jade pendant.

The Taoist Sasan continued: "This jade pendant was originally brought by a Western missionary. It was originally salvaged from the bottom of the Yuntrey sea in California, USA. It is known as the king of jade, but... even if it is heavy, the most important thing is this piece of jade."

"The jade from the American seabed?" This had some impact on the young man Jia Huan.

"Yes, but the missionary got the best piece of the whole piece of jade, and made a Chinese sculptor carve it into what he is today and brought it to China." The Sasan Taoist continued, "The missionary came to China, and by some chance, he became friends with your master."

The young man Jia Huan listened quietly, without saying a word to ask about his doubts.

"But because of an accident, the jade pendant was broken into two pieces, one was placed next to the missionary and the other was placed with your master. It was because of that incident that the two separated. The missionaries went to the south to continue preaching, and also met the family master. They paid for the family master to build this Taoist temple here."

"Oh!" Jia Huan nodded and looked around. There was indeed some historical traces. This Taoist temple has been around for a while.

"What about the missionary? What is the final result?"

"The missionary died of illness here. He buried it behind the mountain. But he handed the half of the jade pendant to my master. After my master died, he gave it to me. He only explained that if someone came to look for it with another half, let the jade be reunited and restored its original glory." The Taoist Sashuan said, turned around, walked into the Taoist temple, and passed through the Taoist temple. There was a house made of stone behind it. There was no problem with living in and out of three places.

"The original glory?" Jia Huan looked at it, smiled again, and followed the Taoist Sashuan to the back of the Taoist temple. After passing through the Taoist temple, he arrived at the stone house. He did not go in. The Taoist Sashuan asked him to wait at the door. After a while, he came out, holding half of the jade carving in his hand. He handed it to Jia Huan together with the half of Jia Huan.

Taking the two and a half pieces of jade carvings, Jia Huan slowly combined the two and a half pieces of jade carvings with both hands. But before they were closed, the sweeper suddenly said, "Wait."

"What?" Jia Huan was stunned for a moment and looked at the Taoist Sashuan.

"The great road is traveling westward, and the divine dragon begins to see it. It eliminates the mystery and the door to all wonders."

"What?" Jia Huan looked at Taoist Sashuan again in surprise. These few words in the "Tao Te Ching" made Jia Huan confused. At this moment, the two broken jade carvings in his hand suddenly generated a suction force. When Jia Huan had no time to think about something, they suddenly got together.

Suddenly, a ray of light shot out from between the two jade pendants in his hand, as if the sky was full of rays, instantly submerged his eyes, and then his whole body rose in the rays of rays.

The headache was split, which was his first feeling, and then some inexplicable runes were scattered in his mind. There were not only what the master taught him, but also many things that were never heard of were constantly tumbling and turning in his mind. Finally, he heard a bang. He fell into darkness, as if he was waiting to hatch in the darkness.

"Hey,—" It seemed as if someone was talking to him, as if he was talking to him. The sound was blurry but very real, as if it was sinking under the water.

When I opened my eyes, there were the faces of two strangers in front of me, and they were the kind of blond and blue-eyed strangers. However, their faces were a bit dirty. It seemed that they were tired after experiencing a strong labor.

However, when Jia Huan opened her eyes, she couldn't help but scream in surprise, and then there was a string of words that Jia Huan couldn't understand. Yes, she couldn't understand. Although Jia Huan could hear one or two words and was sure they were speaking English, it was really difficult for Jia Huan, who had only grown up in the mountains and had not studied much.

A large group of people surrounded them, but they seemed to have no malice. Some were indifferent, but they were more enthusiastic and happy. They were very happy about Jia Huan's wake.

This is a quarry, next to it is a dense forest.

"Where is this place?" Jia Huan found herself lying on the grass, trying to stand up, being held back, and then stammered, "Where am I?"

There were some confused eyes all around. Yes, no one could understand Jia Huan's words. They just looked at him curiously, and there was a slightly fat middle-aged woman with a headscarf coming over, touched Jia Huan's head, and then took out a piece of bread from the basket she was carrying.

It's harder and a little dark bread.

Jia Huan took it with a bit of a bit, and took a bite. He reached out and touched it. The jade carving disappeared. However, as soon as he thought of the jade carving, the jade carving suddenly appeared in his mind, perfect. It was like floating in the middle of his mind, shining like a bright sun, making his mind clear.

"The road is traveling west? Is it the Western world?" Jia Huan suddenly remembered the words of the Taoist sweeper and couldn't help but smile bitterly. But why was it himself?

He never knew his origin, but why did his master only adopt him? He never asked the reason. The master did not say it until his death. What is the function of jade carving? What is the connection with that missionary? Where is this place... there are so many questions.

Three months later.

Dingding Ding Ding...

The sound of hammers hitting the stones and the constant explosions came out of the quarry. Then someone shouted loudly: "It exploded-" and then the stone flew up. Everyone hid one after another, and the people close to each other were the first to climb out from under the large stone on the other side, shaking the dust on their bodies.

"Shit - I almost got hit!" A middle-aged man spat a few saliva on the ground, his face was already covered with dust. Then he looked at the young man with dark hair coming over and smiled, "You should stand a little further, yummy, don't come here, it's lunch time."

"Yes, Mr. Leicester." The young man was Jia Huan. In three months, he could barely talk to these people. Although his words were not smooth. At least he could communicate with the other party.

This is Alberta, Canada in 1867.

"Relax, young man, don't always do this, Samantha - my dear, my baby, you finally came. I almost went to see God just now." The middle-aged man said, and suddenly let go of Jia Huan, spread his arms and walked towards the front.

A fat middle-aged woman walked over with a basket on her shoulder. She smiled at the middle-aged man with her arms wide open, raised the basket, and signaled to Jia Huan, "Come here, Huan, let's go together - don't let him finish the soup alone. And your favorite toast, with butter."

Jia Huan walked over with a smile. Since he woke up, he has been living in the middle-aged couple's home. They have no children, but they are very kind to Jia Huan, just like their own children. Jia Huan is the only Chinese here, but they don't care about yellow and white people. They all think that Jia Huan is a local.

When Jia Huan picked up the bread and was about to eat it, he suddenly heard a shout: "Hey, someone stole our explosives--"

Suddenly, the quarry seemed to be in an uproar. Many people looked over there and saw a figure clamber nimblely climbing up the mountain. Behind were the crowd chasing.

The importance of explosives to this quarry is self-evident, and it is very small in number and looks very precious, just like everyone's lifeblood. Especially this high-performance explosive.

"Damn thief, I'll go..." The middle-aged man suddenly threw down the bread in his hand and chased the mountain. After being stunned, Jia Huan followed.

"Hey, Matt, don't be so arrogant..." Samantha, a middle-aged woman, shouted loudly at the middle-aged man, "Damn it, you should finish the soup I made..."

The thief crawled very quickly, but Matt crawled faster. Soon he approached the thief. He was the first person to approach the thief. The thief was a thin child, only sixteen or seventeen years old, and looked very young, with a childish face filled with horror, but he raised the dynamite bag and raised it towards the chasing person.

"Don't come over, I will light them, I swear..." The boy was trembling as he spoke. He took out a match and suddenly ignited one. He held it in front of the explosives, almost enough to get the explosives fuse.

"My God!" Matt shouted and said loudly to the young man, "Don't do this, I know you, you are from the nearby town, I know you, listen, you return the explosives to us, I will let you go, okay?"

"No, I need these..." The boy shook his head and turned around suddenly, preparing to continue climbing up, but his feet suddenly slipped, and the fuze of explosives in the bag was actually lit by a match that had not been lit yet.

The sudden change made the boy stunned. His hand shook and the whole bag of explosives fell to the ground. Matt screamed, "Lying down", and rushed up, suddenly pushed the boy who was still standing there, and the boy fell to the ground. Go away. When Matt wanted to lie down again, he heard a loud noise.

"God—" The first feeling of the people gathered from all around lying on the ground was that Matt was finished.

"Matt--" A shrill cry came from the foot of the mountain. It was Samantha's voice, and her heart was almost shattered by the explosion.

With his hands, he held Matt's body and passed it down from the mountain. Everyone in the quarry stood there, waiting to pass Matt's body and let him return to the bottom of the mountain. No one noticed the boy, he had slipped away quietly. But now no one cares where he went, anyone here knows him anyway.

"Matt---Damn, why, why is this happening?" Samantha covered her mouth tightly, and tears flowed like a spring. She couldn't stop his sadness. An urgent sound came over, after a while of diagnosis, shook his head at Samantha and sighed slightly: "I'm sorry, madam, may God be with him."

"Wait..." As everyone was about to carry Matt's body to the car that pulled the stone, a voice suddenly came. Everyone looked over and saw that the person talking was Jia Huan. He looked at Samantha and said, "If you believe me, take Matt back and I will treat him."

"Crazy - this is a madman!" The doctor couldn't help but frown and glanced at Jia Huan, "I firmly oppose doing this. This is a blasphemy to the dead."

Jia Huan ignored him, but stared at Samantha with his eyes tightly and said, "I have never done anything to you, please let me give it a try..."

Samantha was a little shocked. Matt had been declared dead, but Jia Huan looked serious and serious and didn't seem to be lying. She pursed her lips and nodded in the end. She changed her head and said to the person who drove the car: "Take Matt home. Don't ask me why, I believe Huan--"

With a sharp knife, Matt's body was lying on the floor of the living room of the small wooden house. His upper body was already naked. Jia Huan knelt beside him and slowly held the sharp knife in his hand.

"God, what do you want to do?" Although she chose to believe Jia Huan, Samantha was still frightened by his actions.

"Don't ask why, but I know that doing so may save Matt's life." Jia Huan said solemnly, "He needs a heart to exchange for hearts before he can survive. Samantha, can you exchange your heart for Matt to survive?" He asked solemnly.

"What are you talking nonsense?" Samantha felt incredible, but she nodded subconsciously, "Of course, why can't this be done?"

"Then it's the best!" Jia Huan nodded to her, suddenly picked up the sharp knife in her hand and stabbed into Samantha's chest without warning. Samantha widened her eyes and looked at Jia Huan as if she couldn't believe it. Yes, she never thought that Jia Huan would do this, but the sharp knife had been inserted into her chest. She just felt her whole body trembling, and her eyes suddenly turned black and her body fell down softly.

Three days later.

The sun shone on the two people sitting in front of the wooden house. They sat side by side, watching the setting sun in the distance. Samantha leaned her head gently on Matt's shoulder, her breathing was fine and steady.

"I thought I was dead, and I thought you were dead." Samantha said to Matt with some emotion, "I still don't know what kind of person Huan is, but it's a pity... he left."

Matt also sighed: "Yes, he had to leave. If something like this is known, it would be... unimaginable, God, everything seems to be dreaming. But... he is a good person, right? God will bless the good person."

"Of course, of course he is. No matter who he is, a quarry worker, a wizard... or our family, he will be a good person. God bless him!" Ma Te nodded and looked into the distance. That was the direction Jia Huan left.

Jia Huan left, yes, he felt that he was no longer suitable to live in this place. Matt's death was the first time he used the inexplicable Taoist techniques in his mind. Although he was a little unfamiliar, he still succeeded. This world seemed to be a little different from the original world.

Yes, it is really a bit different. Although it seems to be no different from that world on the surface, the Taoist technique he used is real and has effect.

He didn't know where the road ahead was, but he could only leave, leave this familiar place, and then go to a place where he could feel that he could stay quietly.

But he himself did not expect that this trip would take a long time to go from Canada to the United States. This trip would take more than a hundred years.
Chapter completed!