The world is huge.
It was large enough to accommodate two dynasties standing side by side, with the north and the south facing each other.
It's so big that it's full of intrigues, intrigues, and ups and downs.
It's so big that it can't hold a common person's bowl.
The temple is very high.
It is so high that the emperor is sitting on the clouds, looking down at all living beings like ants.
The rich and powerful can cover the sky with their hands, and the children of poor families will always be slaves.
So high that you can't see the blood at your feet.
The world is far away.
So far away that every knife is waiting for a reason to take action.
So far away that every sentence hides an unsettled account.
Far away - endless numbers of people killed, unclear grievances.
The people are suffering.
The life of an ox or a horse is so miserable that it is worse than an ox or a horse.
It's so painful that even if you offer incense and worship the Buddha, you can't save your life.
It's so painful - living is the greatest luxury.
But in this world, someone has to take care of it.
Who cares about the temples and the common people?
No matter how far away the rivers and lakes are, who is looking down on human life?
Regardless of the mercy of gods and Buddhas, who does the devil's deeds?
Who cares, let the people have a full meal.
His name is Xiao Huaian.
He has a sword, and all living beings are equal under the sword!
He has a red building.
There are romances in the world, red clothes in temples, and blood-stained common people.
There is what he wants.
A Dream of Red Mansions!
