Everyone in the Taixu Sect knows that Wen Jinghe is a rare "elder with zero negative reviews" who is rare in a century - gentle as jade, modest and dignified, and never strives for power.
No one knew that he had a hidden obsession in his heart: the dignified and lonely woman next to the sect master.
In order to ascend to a high position and touch the unreachable tenderness, he framed a fellow sect member for the first time, forged evidence for the first time, and said to himself late at night for the first time - this is just a temporary measure.
But the sunk costs kept piling up, so high that he could no longer stop.
When the blood of innocent children dyed his hands red, when the "death contract" became an anesthetic for peace of mind, when all self-sanctification suddenly collapsed, he finally saw clearly: he was just the most obedient pawn on the sect master's chessboard.
Here is the paranoia and madness under the mask of gentleness, the pain of losing a child and the distortion of rules by the selfless man, the self-deception to awakening of a woman trapped in a false marriage, and the final choice of a pure white boy after watching in silence.
This is not a "bad guy reformed" story.
There is no enlightenment from heaven, no salvation from outside, no perfection of merit. Only a person who completely hates himself can consciously choose to stop doing evil—and then bear the burden for the rest of his life, never to be forgiven.
Everyone wears a mask, and everyone has private ugliness. Individuals can break the situation and save themselves, but the hypocrisy of the group and the evil of the system will always cycle.
Redemption is never whitewashed.
