[Group Portraits] [Gaowu] [Jianghu] The world is a ledger. Everyone's fate is recorded in the account.
Zhuang Xiao is a young Taoist priest from Shiyi Temple. A wooden sign on his chest is his only place of origin. When he was sixteen years old, his master passed away, leaving behind a book of old accounts that he kept for a lifetime - he gave someone a bucket of rice when there was a severe drought, and he collected a coffin for someone when there was a severe snowfall. Every detail is a favor.
The old man is gone, but the account is still there. Zhuang Xiao went down the mountain with his account book and asked for the last payment for his master.
Along the way, he met a young monk who said "can't quit", an old monk who has been carrying a shoulder pole all his life, a down-and-out swordsman who was heavily in debt, a junior sister in red, and a 100-year-old Xiaosheng from the world who ran a teahouse but didn't get a penny... The temples are high, the rivers and lakes are far away, and the fairy mountains are deep. Accounts are everywhere and people are everywhere - IOUs from the rivers and lakes, fake accounts from the temples, and old debts from the fairy mountains are all waiting for him to settle them one by one.
It wasn't until the hexagram chart couldn't calculate his fate, and his name couldn't be found in the book in the sky - that he realized that he was the only "unparalleled person" between heaven and earth.
And at the end of the sky, a big dream that has been sleeping for eternity is about to wake up. The Kunpeng is spreading its wings, and the long night is about to fall. Some people want to turn the page, some want to collect the numbers, and some want to settle the accounts of this world.
Zhuang Xiao put away the abacus and put the wooden sign: Do you want to take away the human world? First, I asked about the account in my hand.
——This is the story of a young man seeking justice from heaven and earth. Only when the accounts are settled can one finally understand.
