He Yi died many times. He drowned at the age of sixteen, and shrapnel entered his brain at the age of twenty-six. At the age of twenty-six, he was shot six times plus shrapnel, and no one finally stopped him. When he opened his eyes, the moon was green. He was lying on the bluestone in a Miao village. Someone brought a bowl of medicinal soup and said, "Drink it." That man's name is Jichuan, the patriarch of Jiulong Village. He Yi thought this person was very strange - a clan leader shouldn't spend so much time on a new person, and just say "you care too much" when asking questions.
Later, when he went down layer by layer in the dungeon, he realized that this was a bet between the gods. China versus Greece, betting on the lives of mortals. Jichuan was the croupier on the chessboard, and he stood in the middle and watched for fourteen years. But he picked a person who had forgotten everything, pushed everyone into the dungeon, and only gave He Yi medicine.
He Yi didn't remember it, and Jichuan didn't say anything either. Maybe he forgot it himself, maybe it's because he doesn't know who he is now, maybe he's waiting for himself to remember.
Intention: The weight of commitment and the choice of memory. Forgetting does not mean disappearing. Only when you think about it can you truly have the pursuit. It is better to pray to God than to pray for yourself.