Qingguan

The conspiracy of heaven + the contrast of fireworks in the mountains and wild fields Chen Wanqing (General Zhifu, the proud son of heaven, unjustly faked his death, reclusive Feng Shui master) × Fox Ghost King (a little priest who was rescued from an abandoned slave of a powerful man in heaven and became a general, and we meet again nine hundred years later) The Forgotten God of Death, the Perseverant Little Fox——The Nianxia Fox Ghost King × The Desolated God There is a turbulent undercurrent in the Jiutian Temple. Chen Wanqing is General Zhifu. He originally had the power to supervise all officials and take charge of misfortunes and blessings. Back then, he wore red clothes and carried snow, and the city was covered with the heads of powerful people. The Tao he believed in became a joke when he knew the ugliness under the sanctity of heaven. I thought I was enough to save all sentient beings, but I didn't know that the power relationship was inextricably linked. In the end, I found out that even if I was a god, I would be guilty. Desperate and disgusting, he has become a part of cannibalism, and death has become an escape. Chen Wanqing has been wandering since he was a child. He was picked up by his master and found a warm home. He originally thought that his master reshaped his body and secretly kept his soul alive, but he did not want to return to the temple and endure hypocrisy and cruelty. I just want to find my master, cook in the morning and cook in the evening, just like when I was a child, plant a few acres of idle land, and live the rest of my life peacefully But the master disappeared from the world, and even the world speculated that the master was dead. Chen Wanqing felt anxious. Is it to save himself? I had no idea what had happened in the past nine hundred years. I thought I was dead, but unexpectedly I came back to life again... Songhua brewing wine, spring water brewing tea, the smoke from the small courtyard cooking, surpassing the gods A black figure slowly became clear in the white mist Hey, kid, haven't you heard that you can't worship the wild Buddha on the roadside? He doesn't look like a normal person, why don't you say anything?" … I miss you so much. There are suspense solving cases and fireworks farming, two parallel lines. The beginning is still the warm daily life of Qingguan, and the ending is... Intention: God has no form, and the ugliness of human nature cannot be distinguished by status.