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

Earth, China, a coastal city.

It was early autumn, and the weather was slightly cool.

On the outskirts of the city, along a river with fairly clear water, the afternoon sun shone warmly.

A few people were scattered along the riverbank fishing, mostly retired elderly people from nearby communities. They had simple equipment and looked relaxed.

In a relatively quiet section of the river bend on the east side, a young man who looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a black sports jacket, was sitting on his own small stool, holding a rather new-looking fishing rod in his hand, his eyes intently fixed on the float on the water.

His movements were extremely fluid, and adjusting the float was also incredibly smooth.

It was Li Qingshan, dressed in modern clothes.

He had just rented an apartment in an old neighborhood a few days ago, obtained a temporary ID card, and told people that he was from out of town and had come here to look for work, and was staying temporarily.

At that moment, the float in front of Li Qingshan was gently touched.

He flicked his wrist and lifted the fishing rod.

The fishing line was taut, and the rod tip curved into a beautiful arc.

A crucian carp the size of a palm was brought to the surface, its scales shimmering silver in the sunlight.

He skillfully removed the hook and put the fish into the red plastic bucket next to him.

There were already four or five fish in the bucket, all of them quite large, jumping and splashing around.

Not far away, another young man, who was also sitting by the river, turned around when he heard the sound.

The young man looked to be about the same age as Li Qingshan. He was wearing an ordinary jacket, had a decent appearance, and a scholarly air about him, but his face was full of helplessness and frustration.

There was also a bucket at his feet, containing only two pitiful little fish, each about the length of a little finger.

Looking at Li Qingshan's catch in the bucket, and then at his own motionless float, the young man couldn't help but sigh and scratch his head.

Li Qingshan noticed the gaze, turned his head to look at him, and smiled kindly.

The young man was a little embarrassed, but he managed a smile and nodded as a greeting.

......

About half an hour later.

Li Qingshan added two more crucian carp, and the bucket was almost full.

Meanwhile, the young man next door saw his float finally move once. He excitedly lifted his rod, but he pulled too hard, and the hook, caught on some empty water plants, flew back and splashed water all over his face.

The young man wiped his face in a fluster, looking even more depressed.

Li Qingshan almost laughed, but he held it in.

He packed up his fishing gear and prepared to call it a day.

At this moment, the young man hesitated for a moment, then stood up and walked towards Li Qingshan.

......

"Um... buddy, excuse me."

The young man spoke, his voice gentle and slightly embarrassed, "I see you've caught quite a few. You're really good at it."

Li Qingshan looked up and smiled, "Not bad, I had good luck today!"

"Yes, yes, yes, you're not just lucky, fish are practically swarming you."

The young man smiled wryly and pointed to his empty bucket. "I've been sitting here all afternoon, and this is all I've got. I won't be able to explain this to myself when I get back."

Li Qingshan glanced at his bucket; it was indeed shabby.

He casually asked, "Is your family waiting to eat fish?"

"Yes, that's right."

The young man scratched his head, a look of happiness mixed with worry on his face. "My wife is almost eight months pregnant and hasn't had much of an appetite lately, so she's been craving some fresh fish soup. I thought I'd catch a couple of wild crucian carp myself to make a better soup, but..."

He shrugged, with an expression that said, "Look at my skill level."

Li Qingshan's eyes flickered slightly.

Pregnant, eight months along...

The timing is about right.

His gaze swept across the young man's face subtly, vaguely overlapping with certain information from his memory.

Father Ye.

This gentle and refined man, whom his son Ye Fan would deeply miss in the future, was standing in front of him at this moment, worrying about how to catch a bowl of fish soup for his pregnant wife.

Li Qingshan felt a pang of emotion, but he didn't show it on his face.

He readily picked up his bucket and handed it over: "That's perfect, I caught too many, I can't eat them all by myself. Here, take these crucian carp, they're quite fresh, perfect for making soup!"

Mr. Ye was taken aback for a moment, then quickly waved his hand, "How can that be! You worked so hard to catch these, I'll buy them, I'll buy them, okay?"

"Just a few fish, they're worthless."

Li Qingshan shoved the bucket into his hands. "I live nearby, I can catch fish anytime I want. Your wife is more important, take it!"

Looking at the lively fish in the bucket and then at Li Qingshan's sincere expression, Ye's father felt a surge of emotion.

He wasn't one to mince words, so he took the bucket and said sincerely, "Thank you so much, buddy. I don't even know what to say. So, which neighborhood do you live in? I'll treat you to dinner sometime!"

"It's that old neighborhood up ahead; we just moved here recently."

Li Qingshan gave the name of the neighborhood and then said, "No need for a meal, it's no trouble at all."

"That won't do, you absolutely have to invite them!"

Mr. Ye insisted, "You've done me a huge favor, otherwise I would have really gotten a scolding when I got home tonight. By the way, my surname is Ye, my name is Ye Wentao, and I teach at a nearby middle school."

"Hey buddy, what's your name?"

"Li Qingshan".

"Brother Li! Then I'll call you Brother Li, since you look a bit older than me."

Ye Wentao said enthusiastically, "I live in the next neighborhood, I'll definitely get in touch with you later!"

The two chatted briefly for a few more minutes.

When Ye Wentao learned that Li Qingshan was from out of town and had not yet found a stable job, he kindly offered to help him look for suitable positions nearby.

Li Qingshan thanked him with a smile.

......

The willows along the riverbank turned yellow and green again, and several years passed in the blink of an eye.

The young man in black who always liked to sit by the river and fish in a daze has become a familiar face to the residents of this area.

Everyone knows his name is Li Qingshan. He has a gentle nature, but his fishing skills are exceptionally good. He often shares the fish he catches with his neighbors.

The weather was fine that day, and Li Qingshan sat in his usual spot, steadily supporting himself with the bamboo pole in his hand.

He just had a little "tail" next to him.

A little boy, about four or five years old, with a chubby face!

The little boy, wearing overalls, had a round face and bright black eyes. He was squatting by Li Qingshan's bucket, reaching out his chubby little hands to poke the fish swimming inside, chattering away.

"Uncle Li, Uncle Li, why is this fish red?"

"Uncle Li, will it bite?"

"Uncle Li, you caught another one! Last time my dad came, he sat there for ages before he caught a small one!"

The little boy was Ye Fan, Ye Wentao's son.

Ever since he could walk, he always loved to run to the riverbank, especially to stick close to Uncle Li, who was a great fisherman and always gave him candy.

Li Qingshan glanced at the little boy beside him, a mischievous smile in his eyes, and said slowly, "Because your dad was only reading the newspaper when he was fishing, and he scared all the fish away."

"I don't even read the newspaper, so why can't I catch anything?"

Ye Fan pouted, somewhat unconvinced, and ran over to a small children's fishing rod nearby.

Ye Wentao bought it for him, but unfortunately he's never caught a decent fish.