The world is like a book, which will be burned as soon as it is rolled up.
All sentient beings are nothing more than a few lines of words on a broken page, and they are burned after they are written.
Gu Qingci was originally just a little Taoist boy in a dilapidated temple who helped people read dates and write memorial tablets, but in a strange dream of burning scrolls, he snatched a charred and blackened scroll from the discarded manuscript of the Book of Heaven - the previous burned red scroll.
Dust. From then on, he was able to write a stroke in the blank space of the margin, allowing the town that should have been wiped out to live for only half a lifetime, allowing the swordsman who was destined to die early to live one more journey, and allowing the souls of the sacrificed souls to have another way to go.
But the price is: every time he changes a word, the world will remember him less - first forgetting his name, then forgetting his shape, until even the line "there was such a person" will be scrapped off by the law of heaven as a stain.
Under the residual lamp of the mountain rain, the cold-eyed swordsman, the fox-eared priest, the red-clothed ghost master, the saint who abandoned the Tao, Mr. Zhuzi and the water goddess appeared one after another. The six anchors of the mortal world nailed him to this volume, and he was not allowed to come back.
Embark on the old path of "establishing one's pole to heaven and burning books with one's own hands".
This is a novel about the magic of magic that describes "Traveling through the Golden Finger" as "a disease forgotten by the world":
He doesn't ask for ascension, he just wants to write a few more words on this page before being burned——
Even in the end, even my own name was just a little bit of dust that was quietly caught in the pages of the book.
Reader comments
The writing is good, but the plot is a bit confusing. The heroine is very cute.
The writing is good, but the plot is a bit confusing. The heroine is very cute.