The Great Tang has stood for eight hundred years. The state religion is in turmoil, and the Celestial Master's seat has been vacant for three years.
For generations, the Celestial Masters of the state religion have been selected from among the finest candidates in Chang'an, at the Pavilion of Myriad Forms, beneath the Demon-Slaying Ruler.
In the third year and third month, the Pavilion of Myriad Forms opens its doors and lights its lamps. At once, the eyes of the world turn toward it.
Gu Ning, the adopted son of the Gu family of Tangshan in Jinling, looks at the dark, soot-black ruler in his hand and feels that this light, slender ruler is about to stir up a storm across the land.
The Gu clan of Jinling is renowned throughout the realm, and Tangshan Academy has produced generations of distinguished scholars. According to the rumors, the young master of the Gu family studies the culinary arts and reads books about common life. How can someone so steeped in the everyday concerns of food, clothing, and shelter bear the weight of heaven and earth, the sun and moon, and the entire world?
The Great Tang has stood for eight hundred years. The state religion is in turmoil, and the Celestial Master's seat has been vacant for three years.
The disciples of generations of Celestial Masters study the Six Perfections and read the precepts for controlling the mind. Their first lesson upon entering the sect is: Be strong by having no desires.
Little Celestial Master Shen picks up a book and reads, "All phenomena are empty in nature." Gu Ning hurries to knock on the door and says, "We're out of cooking oil."
Little Celestial Master Shen picks up a book and reads, "Birth, old age, sickness, and death." Gu Ning hurries to knock on the door and says, "I just slaughtered a chicken."
Little Celestial Master Shen picks up a book and reads, "The supreme virtue of emptiness and tranquility." Gu Ning hurries to knock on the door and says, "The pig's trotters are ready. Come try some?"
Little Celestial Master Shen looks out the window at the fresh rain, the rapeseed flowers in the rain, the chickens and ducks by the fields, and the scallions in his bowl.
His gaze finally comes to rest on the old willow tree by the doorway, the little yellow dog at the end of the alley, the bun shop on the street, and the shoulder pole being carried outside the village.
The Gu family's adopted son and chef, master of the Pavilion of Myriad Forms x the state religion's runaway (little) Celestial Master
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Ah Ning, I'll give you a lake of starry dreams, ten miles of bright lanterns, three thousand years of heavy snow, and thirty thousand miles of moonlight.
I'll give you all the loyalty of someone who has never had faith.
Theme: A puppet forms its own ideas, and a seed refuses to bloom.
I feel a familiar feeling of exhaustion. It's not that I don't like the plot's tendency to seek power in the drama, but seeing the performance and some persistence of Jiang Er's brother reminded me of the senior brother who died in the road (the tearful cat head). It's okay to single out the character alone, but when combined with the overall background of the country The /education university/ is in chaos, fighting for power, and the thoughts and practices of his unconvinced brother Zhang's clique... Alas, the plot is a little light and sweet based on the protagonist's memories and his daily life as an ordinary person and a low-level person. The other parts are quite heavy. In order to live, not to be displaced, and to live with the kind and spirit to look at the world, he was busy and painstakingly managing his life, mobilizing this young and tired body to carry out those well-thought-out words and deeds to cope with the oppression of fate. I was a little out of breath and exhausted. After reading the last sentence of this chapter in one breath, I had to take a break, because I had expected the pain of the protagonist who could not see the edge at a glance. I vaguely felt it. It was very hard to empathize and I wanted to cry. This rhythm is a bit uncomfortable whether you watch it in one breath or follow the series at intervals. There are many plots with a light premise in The Avenue, and there are also many sub-plots intertwined with some suspense and puzzles (such as Guess Who I Am). It can pave the way for small heavy events while providing a reading experience of different levels and emotional conflicts between various characters. However, the descriptions and psychological descriptions of Chang Daosi and several powerful figures after entering Beijing make people feel a bit homogenized conspiracy theory villains. They gave the protagonist the suffering of falling from the top of Mount Tai, and the reason was just that the protagonist wanted to live a good life and seek treatment from a Taoist temple. It's inexplicable. Although many reasons are given for targeting the protagonist, just like the protagonist said that there are beggars named Li in the world, a group of people seeking immortality in the capital are all sensitive and suspicious. The new member of the Gu family in this chapter has a clear feeling. The description of him feels good, but when it comes to the conspiracy theory in Daosi's mind when the people see Gu Ning getting into the car... This idea is indeed possible and logical, but it feels inexplicably extreme. It's quite high-pressure, both for the protagonist and the reading experience. It feels so heavy, and my heart aches. The first is a UR difficulty survival mission - find Zhang Xingshui, who has a grudge against his master and the Gu family, to open his veins and restore his life. You have no teammates, no power backers (the Gu family who are guessed by others and have no actual help are not counted), you do not have the best talent that can be found by glowing at night, and you also have a group of enemies with an unlimited level of 50+ who are invisible and want to harm you. I feel like it would be better to add more light-hearted plots or daily routines in the middle to adjust the pace and distract the attention.
Holy shit, it's open, let's celebrate with flowers~
Fuck, this sentence is so good that one should not be ashamed of heaven and should not bow down to others. It moved me to tears for no reason.
Alas, she was actually too afraid of being alone. Even though she is such a child, it is her only thought in life...
Madam, where have you been?
Such a treasured author must be widely publicized. Come on!
Computers have become so bad lately...
Very well written. Such good writing should not be buried. Come on, madam.
Updated, looks good, Aning is too unlucky
While I was waiting for Da Da to hunt for longevity, Da Da opened a new article and grabbed my handkerchief.