I am Master Maoshan

On the other side of the bridge, an enticing aroma wafted over, and looking up, there was a steamed bun stall.

Inside the steaming bamboo steamer, rows of small, exquisite buns are neatly arranged, looking incredibly tempting.

Wang Qiang spotted the steamed bun stall immediately, and his stomach rumbled.

"Old Liu, let's go buy some steamed buns to try. The steamed buns here are famous, I heard they're especially delicious." With that, he pulled Liu Jun toward the stall.

Upon arriving at the stall, Wang Qiang skillfully communicated with the stall owner, "Boss, give me two bags of small steamed buns." The stall owner replied with a smile, "Sure thing, please wait a moment."

A moment later, two bags of steaming hot buns were handed to Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang handed one of the bags to Liu Jun and said with a smile, "Have some first, the buns here are quite delicious."

Liu Jun smiled and nodded as he accepted the buns. The two then continued their stroll along the street while eating the buns.

Not far along, an old man in tattered clothes slowly approached. His clothes were covered in patches, his hair was disheveled, and he had an indescribable sleazy expression on his face. Even from a distance, you could smell the strong stench of alcohol emanating from him.

Wang Qiang, with his sharp eyes, spotted the old man immediately and dodged to the side without hesitation, trying to avoid this somewhat strange-looking person.

But in that flash, he completely forgot that Liu Jun was behind him, pondering the problem of his amnesia.

Liu Jun was lost in his own thoughts and completely unaware of the sudden danger ahead.

As expected, the old man rammed straight into Liu Jun.

With a thud, Liu Jun stumbled and fell heavily to the ground. The steamed buns in his hands scattered all over the ground, the once plump white buns now covered in dust and filthy.

"Hey? What the hell are you doing, old man? Can't you watch where you're going? Do you know my brother was just discharged from the hospital? You've got yourself into trouble!" Wang Qiang rushed over and helped Liu Jun up, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with anger and worry.

"Oh, sorry, sorry." The old man seemed startled by Wang Qiang's questioning, hiccuped, and said drunkenly.

When the old man slowly raised his head and looked at Liu Jun, he suddenly froze. A strange light flashed in his drunken eyes, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

Then, the old man grinned, as if he had seen some kind of treasure.

But to Wang Qiang, that smile was no less than that of a human trafficker.

Wang Qiang felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively stepped in front of Liu Jun, staring warily at the old man. He shouted, "What are you laughing at? What's so funny? Don't think that an apology will make things alright. If anything happens to my brother, I will never let you off the hook!"

The old man seemed unconcerned by Wang Qiang's threat, still grinning with an indescribable eeriness to his smile.

He slowly walked up to Liu Jun, reached out to pull him up, and muttered, "Young man, you..."

Seeing this, Wang Qiang was startled. This guy must have run into a lunatic! He immediately stepped forward, shoved the old man's hand away, and shouted, "What do you think you're doing? Don't touch me!"

Just as the atmosphere became very tense, Liu Jun gently patted Wang Qiang on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

Then, looking at the old man, he calmly asked, "Grandpa, is there anything I can help you with?"

The old man then withdrew his hand, a hint of expectation in his eyes, and said, "Young man, I see that your forehead is bright and you seem to have an unusual aura about you. I... I'd like to read your fortune."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qiang chuckled and said disdainfully, "You think you can tell fortunes? Stop pretending to be a fortune teller and get out of here. Don't bother us."

But Liu Jun had no intention of driving the old man away. He found the old man very familiar, extremely familiar. Moreover, some images flashed through his mind, some scenes of him with this old man. Although they were not complete memories, he could analyze that he and the old man had a very close relationship, almost like father and son.

However, he was certain that he had no connection with the old man in this world, and these memories were most likely from his original world.

"Sir, please take a look at me then." Liu Jun stretched out his hand.

Upon hearing this, the old man's face immediately broke into a smug smile. He carefully examined Liu Jun's face, muttering to himself. After a while, his eyes suddenly widened, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. He said, "Young man, have you encountered anything unusual lately? Like something falling from the sky? Losing your memory, or something like that!"

Liu Jun's heart stirred. Sure enough, this old man was no ordinary person and might be able to resolve some of his doubts.

"Sir, could you explain in more detail?" Liu Jun asked.

Wang Qiang also looked at the old man with curiosity. He had initially thought the old man was mentally ill and intended to keep him away from Liu Jun.

But this old man seems to be quite something; he actually knows that Liu Jun fell from the sky and has lost his memory.

Just as the old man was about to say something more to Liu Jun, a commotion suddenly came from the other end of the street.

Immediately afterwards, several people in uniforms ran over.

The old man's face immediately turned grim upon seeing this, and he hurriedly said to Liu Jun, "Young man, let's stop here for today. Come to No. 89 Zhiyang Road another time, and we can talk in detail."

After saying that, he turned and disappeared into the crowd. Wang Qiang looked in the direction the old man had left, shook his head helplessly, and said, "That old man is so mysterious, I wonder what he's up to."

Liu Jun stood quietly in place, his gaze fixed on the direction where the old man had disappeared, his expression complex.

The familiar figure and the familiar address were like a key that unlocked the box that sealed his memories, and those lost memories were being slowly pulled out of the box.

"Old Wang, do you know where No. 89 Zhiyang Road is?" Liu Jun suddenly turned around and asked Wang Qiang beside him.

Wang Qiang scratched his head, thought for a moment, and said, "I don't know number 89, but Zhiyang Road is the street with all the funeral supplies. There's a fishing tackle shop there at number 91. I go there often, so it should be easy to find."

"Shall we go over and take a look?" Liu Jun asked.

“Sure, we’re just strolling around anyway, let’s go take a look together. Who knows, we might actually find what we’re looking for there,” Wang Qiang readily agreed.

Zhiyang Road wasn't far from where they were, and the two walked slowly along the street. Along the way, Liu Jun's heart was filled with all sorts of guesses and expectations. He imagined what kind of place No. 89 Zhiyang Road would be, and what kind of memories of him might be hidden there.

About twenty minutes later, they finally arrived at the fishing tackle shop. The shop's storefront was inconspicuous but very clean, with "No. 91 Zhiyang Road" clearly written next to it. Inside, all kinds of fishing tackle were displayed, from exquisite fishing rods to small baits, everything was available.

Wang Qiang walked into the store familiarly and greeted the busy proprietress: "Madam, is number 89 the store?"

The proprietress stopped what she was doing, looked up at them, and gave them a kind smile.

"It's the one up ahead, no sign, just a few paper figures and wreaths at the entrance. But you can't come at this time, that shop is only open at night," the proprietress replied.

Wang Qiang was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected that this mysterious No. 89 would be a shop that only opened at night, and judging from the wreaths and paper figures placed at the entrance, it seemed to be related to funeral supplies.

Liu Jun, on the other hand, remained calm, because he had a fragment of a memory of a funeral supply store, where he seemed to work.

"Thank you, boss lady," Wang Qiang said with a smile, then pulled Liu Jun out of the fishing tackle shop.

"What do we do now? Wait until tonight?" Liu Jun asked Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang nodded and said, "Anyway, we don't have anything else to do, so let's find a place to sit around here and go check it out tonight. Maybe that place can really help you resolve your inner conflict."

So the two found a small teahouse nearby and sat down. The teahouse was filled with a faint aroma of tea, which made them feel quite comfortable.

As Liu Jun sipped his tea and chatted with Wang Qiang, his thoughts kept drifting to No. 89 Zhiyang Road.

His feelings grew stronger and stronger; he felt that this shop had a deep connection to him in the past.

As time passed, night fell. The streetlights came on. Liu Jun and Wang Qiang emerged from the teahouse and headed towards No. 89 Zhiyang Road.

When they arrived at the fishing tackle shop again, it was already completely dark.

They followed the direction the proprietress pointed and indeed saw a shop without a sign. Several wreaths and paper figures were placed at the entrance, which looked somewhat eerie under the dim light.

Liu Jun's heart began to race involuntarily. He took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the shop. Wang Qiang followed behind him, pretending to be calm on the surface, but he was also a little uneasy inside.

When they reached the shop entrance, they found the door ajar. Liu Jun gently pushed it open, and a musty smell wafted out. The shop was dimly lit, and they could only vaguely make out some funeral supplies placed around the perimeter.

"Is anyone here?" Liu Jun asked cautiously, his voice echoing in the empty shop.

After a while, an old voice came from deep within the shop: "They've arrived." As the voice drew closer, an old man with a hunched back appeared before them.

This old man was none other than the sleazy old man he had bumped into during the day and who had even told his fortune.

"Oh? Young man, you've finally arrived!" The lecherous old man's face was filled with a delighted smile.

The old man wore a patched, old Taoist robe with several suspicious stains, and it emitted a faint, strange smell.
Upon hearing the old man's words, Liu Jun paused slightly, frowned, and asked, "You seem to be eagerly anticipating my arrival?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes lit up immediately. He grabbed Liu Jun's arm and said excitedly, "Of course! I need a disciple. If you don't come, no one else is qualified to be my disciple!"

The voice carried a hint of urgency, as if afraid that Liu Jun would refuse him.

Liu Jun slightly pulled away from the old man's hand, turned to look at Wang Qiang standing to the side, gestured for Wang Qiang to step forward, and said to the old man, "Do you want to read my brother's fortune first?"

If his theory about parallel worlds is correct, then Wang Qiang is very likely his counterpart in this world. Logically, shouldn't it be Wang Qiang who should become his disciple?

Wang Qiang reluctantly took a few steps forward, frowning and looking at the old man with disdain, thinking to himself: What can this old man possibly figure out?

The old man sized Wang Qiang up and down, a slight smirk playing on his lips, and said bluntly, "Him? He's one of the better-built people among ordinary people, but his talent is mediocre, and he has no spiritual energy. I don't think much of him."

His tone was full of disdain and contempt, as if Wang Qiang were nothing but a pile of shit in his eyes, completely beneath his notice. (End of Chapter)