Seventeen dead people live in my head.
Chen Mo was originally a programmer, but he was forced to become a "reincarnated soul boy". Chen Mo stepped into the Karma Temple deep in the snow-capped mountains, thinking that he was inheriting the memory of a living Buddha, but found that he had become a "container" - the ancient spiritual vein deep underground was eerily resonating with thousands of years of faith through him.
The encrypted last words left by the living Buddha reveal that his death three years ago was not an accident. The spiritual veins under the temple contain secrets that can continue life. Now many forces have heard the news: international organizations are coveting it in the name of "protection", capital groups are using development plans to cover up plunder, and a shadow organization called the "Geocentric Society" has set up "mirrors" in the temple - the monks you are most familiar with may have had their consciousness controlled by chips.
When Chen Mo touched the core of his spiritual veins, countless unfamiliar memories poured back like a tide. Sometimes he can understand animal language, sometimes he forgets modern common sense, and dark red lines appear on his palms. Strange phenomena began to appear in the temple: a golden halo appeared on the floor tiles, and no one chanted the prayer tube. The old monk whispered: This is not a good sign, it is because the spiritual veins are "crying", and "he" is coming back.
"Who is he? A personification of the ley lines themselves? Is it the remaining collective consciousness of past guardians? Or is it an older existence that was attracted?
When armed men seal off the mountain and the inner ghost begins to steal his blood samples, Chen Mo must make a choice before completely losing his "self": hand over his spiritual veins to preserve his body, or embrace that inhuman power, even if the cost is that his body gradually crystallizes and his memory is replaced bit by bit with the lives of seventeen dead people?
The snow-capped mountains are silent and the prayer wheels spin. The answer is hidden in the resonance frequency of every heartbeat and earth veins
