Souls, mortal lives, peach blossom tribulations, seeds of immortality, yin and yang of humans, gods, monsters, and demons, thousands of years of waiting for reincarnation. When the mortal He Jing returns from the book, what he encounters is thunder rolling from the sky, pits everywhere, a script with a beginning and no tail, and no golden fingers! No foresight! He was even the sealed Zhan Wu Zha! Faced with the various causes and effects of the "host's" past life, is it necessary to cut off this complex? . . Cause and effect in the world, good and evil, are just a thought, so it doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong!
Intention: Is there really a clear boundary between good and evil? It is never fair to love and be loved. It is just a matter of clear conscience.