Covering the Heavens: Fishing for the Heavens Starting from the Great Accomplished Holy Body

Li Qingshan was sitting cross-legged on the old sofa in the living room, in a rather casual posture.

He wasn't holding a book; he just had his eyes closed, as if he were dozing off.

Hearing Ye Fan enter, he opened his eyes, a gentle yet slightly lazy smile appearing on his face: "Oh, Little Ye is here. What delicious treats did you bring?"

"My mom made braised pork ribs."

Ye Fan placed the lunchbox on the coffee table, then familiarly dragged over a small stool and sat down. "Uncle Li, you've been 'pondering' all day again?"

"More or less."

Li Qingshan opened the lunchbox, and a rich aroma of meat wafted out.

He didn't stand on ceremony, picked up his chopsticks and started eating, casually remarking as he ate.

"I made some progress today. I've initially incorporated the devouring essence of 'Hell Furnace' into a few microparticles in the palm of my left hand."

"Tsk, it's just that the absolute defense concept of 'Pure Land of the Gods' conflicts a bit with my own Qi and blood domain. I need to adjust it again..."

Ye Fan listened with his chin propped up, his face expressionless, but inwardly he was rolling his eyes.

Again.

Microparticles, furnaces, pure land...

They come in sets, like something out of a martial arts novel.

In the past two years, Uncle Li has been using these strange words from time to time. At first, he asked him about it out of curiosity, and Uncle Li explained that it was some kind of "supreme body-refining secret method" that could transform the human body into the universe, make particles into images, and suppress all the heavens.

The more they talk about it, the more mysterious it becomes.

Ye Fan found it so annoying that he eventually just treated it as background noise.

He sized up Li Qingshan.

Uncle Li looks... like he hasn't changed at all.

She still looked like she was in her late twenties, with smooth skin, bright eyes, and not a single gray hair on her head.

Looking at my parents, although they have had a good life in recent years and have taken good care of themselves, making them look much younger than their peers, the fine lines around their eyes and the occasional gray hairs at their temples are all traces of time.

But for Uncle Li... time seemed to stand still for him.

This wasn't the first time this thought had crossed my mind.

I was young before, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

But in the past two years, he has grown up and become more observant, and the more he thinks about it, the more something seems off.

How could an ordinary person's appearance remain unchanged for more than ten years?

"Uncle Li,"

Ye Fan suddenly spoke, interrupting Li Qingshan's ramblings about "particle resonance frequency," "How old are you exactly this year?"

Li Qingshan picked up a piece of pork rib, chewed it, and mumbled, "Why ask this? Anyway, he's a bit older than your dad."

"It doesn't look like it."

Ye Fan stared at him. "My parents look much older than you!"

"I have a pretty big mindset."

Li Qingshan remained unfazed. "Besides, I've told you before, your Uncle Li has long since reached the point where he lives on the wind and dew and doesn't rely on external things. It's normal for him to age slowly."

Ye Fan scoffed, clearly not believing it.

Living on wind and dew?

That braised pork ribs tasted better than anyone else's!

His gaze swept across the room, finally settling on the two "potted plants" on the windowsill.

Those were two plants that Uncle Li got from somewhere and had been growing for many years.

One of them is pale gold, with leaves that resemble orchids but are longer and more supple. The whole plant looks like it was carved from pale gold jade. Occasionally, in the sunlight, extremely fine, tear-like shimmering light flows across the leaves.

The other plant was even stranger. Its main trunk resembled an old vine, dark and gnarled, but at the top were several tiny, silvery fruits, about the size of rice grains, that flickered in and out of focus.

If you look closely, the rhythm of those little fruits twinkling is somewhat similar to the flickering of stars at night.

Ye Fan had asked before what kind of flower it was.

Uncle Li was watering them with leftover tea when he casually remarked, "Oh, the one on the left is called 'Little Orchid,' and the one on the right is called 'Little Star.' They're easy to care for."

The name was chosen rather casually.

Despite being cared for for so many years, these two plants have barely grown, but they haven't withered either; they always seem half-dead...

Uh, it's that restrained, vibrant look.

Especially that pale golden one, once Ye Fan accidentally knocked off a leaf.

Uncle Li picked it up, and a drop of something as clear as golden liquid seeped out from the broken end. The fragrance instantly filled the entire room, and just smelling it made one feel refreshed.

Uncle Li quickly wiped the drop of "golden liquid" back onto the broken surface, and the leaf slowly grew back.

Ye Fan was dumbfounded.

Uncle Li just smiled and said, "See? It's incredibly resilient, isn't it? This kind of species is rare!"

Thinking about it now, these two "bonsai" are probably not so simple after all.

"Uncle Li, what varieties are those two potted plants of yours?"

Ye Fan pointed to the windowsill, "I checked a lot of plant atlases, but I couldn't find the same one."

Li Qingshan didn't even look up: "It's a hybrid, a mutated variety; it's not available on the market!"

It's the same old excuse again.

The thought that "Uncle Li might really be something special" had just arisen in Ye Fan's mind began to waver again.

Isn't this just the same approach as those "Qigong masters" who were popular in the 1980s?

They make it sound so mystical, like they can retrieve objects from a distance or cure diseases with supernatural powers.

But when someone asks them to perform in public or to verify their skills scientifically, they make excuses, saying that "their skills cannot be easily shown to others."

Or even more outrageous: "I'm using qigong to support two satellites for the country, I can't be distracted!"

The Uncle Li in front of me looks ageless, grows strange flowers, and talks incomprehensibly about "secret methods" and "microparticles".

Aside from being good at fishing and a bit lazy, he hasn't shown any supernatural abilities.

Ye Fan felt that he should still believe in science.

Li Qingshan quickly cleaned up the ribs and rice in the lunchbox and took a satisfied sip of tea.

Looking at the time, Ye Fan realized he should go back and do his homework.

"Alright, I'll wash the lunchbox later and take it back to your mom."

Li Qingshan waved his hand, "Go back and study hard, stop thinking about useless things all day!"

Ye Fan stood up, picked up the empty lunchbox, and walked to the door.

He suddenly stopped and looked back.

Li Qingshan had already leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and unconsciously tapped his fingers lightly on his knees, as if he was pondering something.

The afterglow of the setting sun slanted in through the window, gilding his entire body with a faint golden edge.

That excessively young face, bathed in soft light, possessed an unreal sense of tranquility.

On the windowsill, a pale golden "little green" plant had a leaf swaying gently without any wind, and the tiny, tear-like shimmer at the tip of the leaf seemed a little brighter than before.

Ye Fan felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

An absurd idea popped up uncontrollably:

just in case……

What if what Uncle Li said wasn't a lie?

What if there really are things in the world that science cannot explain?

This thought made him a little uneasy.

He quickly shook his head, dismissing this "unscientific" idea.

It must be because I've been reading too many fantasy novels lately, and Uncle Li's constant rambling has influenced me.

He opened the door, went out, and closed it behind him.

The old stairwell was dimly lit.

As Ye Fan walked down the stairs, he was still thinking about that glance he had just turned around.

Uncle Li's appearance...

"I don't want to think about it anymore!"

He quickened his pace and almost jogged away from the building.

It wasn't until he walked onto the bustling street and was surrounded by the noise of the evening rush hour that he felt his slightly racing heart gradually calm down.

It must be an illusion.

Uncle Li probably just looks young by nature, plus he has a regular lifestyle and a good mindset.

Those two potted plants just look a little odd.

This world is materialistic and scientific!

Ye Fan repeated it to himself several times, as if to calm himself down.

Then he started walking towards home.