Detailed Records of Chumaxian

The twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month is the day when the Kitchen God ascends to heaven. Grandma was so old that she shrunk into a shadow on the bedside of the kang. When she put the half-burnt incense stick into my hand, her hands shook violently, like the last leaf hanging on the branch in autumn. "Yun..." Her gasping voice was like a bellows, but her muddy eyes suddenly became clear for a moment, and it was like nails piercing my face, "It's not a glamorous thing to lead an immortal... It's just a debt... And you broke into a troubled world..." She paused for a while, gathering her breath, but her eyes drifted to the beam above my head, as if someone was squatting there and listening. "... It has nothing to do with whether the Immortal Family is powerful or not... It all depends on whether your heart is upright and stable... Remember, you are a human being... You have to do human affairs and abide by human principles... There are gods three feet above your head... You have to have a steelyard in your heart... Don't go astray..." After saying this, she closed her eyes The incense in the stove was burned to the end, and the green smoke drifted out of the main room, mixed with the smell of frozen cabbage sticks and firewood piles in the yard, and went to the white mountains in the distance. The smell of incense, mixed with the smell of old soap locust from grandma's body mixed with kang smoke, penetrated my nose, like a red-hot needle carving into the seams of my bones. I didn't know it at that time, but once I lifted my foot on this road, there would be no turning back.