Rebirth of the Wilderness: Starting from a Wild Dog

I opened my eyes and found myself on all fours, covered in injuries. I am a wild dog—no, worse than a dog. The spirits at the bottom of the ancient world have no names, no skills, and no backers. When Sanqing preached, I lay at the foot of the mountain and eavesdropped; when dragons and phoenixes fought, I hid in a pile of corpses and pretended to be dead; when lichs fought, I ate in the cracks. No one looked at me. Later, during the first calamity of the Long Han Dynasty, the dragon and the phoenix fell. During the Lich Catastrophe, Emperor Juntaiyi and the Twelve Ancestral Witches died together. The gods were enthroned to measure calamity, and the saints retired. After traveling to the west, Buddhism spread eastward. I am alone, living from the beginning of the world to the end of the Dharma. They asked me who I was. I said: In those days, who cared about the name of an ant? —— Slow, unsystematic, and not a cool article. A wild dog's survival record. If you pursue sanctification in three chapters, this book is not for you.