Pei Wuchen was born with "paralysis of the five senses". The burnt and bitter smell of inferior sandalwood in the eyes of ordinary people was like a poisonous fine needle; the rough incense ash touched by his fingertips was as hot and stinging as a soldering iron.
In this Chen's Incense Shop, which monopolizes all the top spices and ancient books, he is just a low-level apprentice who can't even afford the "Qi-Yin Pu". Without talent or shortcuts, facing the confusion and ridicule of the people around him, he could only sink all his mind into the ashes of death that no one cared about.
Others press the dust just to smooth the surface, but he "listens" to the dust and deduce the pores in severe pain. After three years of boring grinding, he took the most basic ash-pressing technique to an unprecedented level. While others were still fighting over the incense, he had already used his allergic hands to push open a door to the avenue on top of mortal bones.
Abandon shortcuts and talent, use extreme concentration and persistence to deduce the extraordinary in the ordinary, interpreting the craftsman spirit and unyielding will of "one minute on stage, ten years of work off stage".
Purpose: Abandon shortcuts and talent, use extreme concentration and persistence to deduce the extraordinary in the ordinary, and interpret the craftsman spirit and unyielding will of "one minute on stage, ten years of work off stage".