The lame black cat in the back mountain of Xuanzong of the Qing Dynasty will reveal three black iron nails driven into its spine when it wails on a moonlit night.
The new medicine boy Ah Li cut his palm, and the blood caused the black cat to transform into a young man in blue clothes stained with blood. A hundred years ago, he was the mountain guardian spirit beast named Cicada Lord, but his bones were taken out to make an evil weapon to protect the formation; and she is Wu Yuan, a swordsman who has been destined to kill him for seven reincarnations.
On a rainy night, Xiao Manci came out of the mist holding a jade pipe.
He said that Ali's blood could be used to refine the god-killing talisman, that the cat demon's twisted spine contained a sword that would tear apart the destiny, and that the bones of her six previous lives were buried at the bottom of the river in the afterlife, each of which was engraved with the fate book comment of "killed by the gods."
"The so-called destiny is just a playbook written by God." Xiao Manci flicked off the ashes, and the ashes condensed into Ah Li's tampered fate: "In the seventh life, at the third quarter of Hai hour, the heart pulse was cut off."
The cat demon tore up the pages of the fortune book the moment it appeared, stabbed its fangs into her neck, and sneered in a hissing voice: "This time I want to go against the gods."
Ah Li guarded the pawn shop, using white hair as a rope and demon bones as scales to tamper with the tragedy that had been written for the people.
The peach wood sword spikes wiped by the lame shopkeeper oozed blood, and the thousand-year-old peach tree in the backyard of the pawn shop withered overnight. And on the night when the River of Death flowed backwards, someone glimpsed that a page was missing from the "Seven Evil Book of Fate" in the Divine Realm of Destiny Pavilion——
The missing page, wrapped in the remnant soul of the cat demon, was nailed to Ah Li's heart.
It wasn't until Xiao Manci's jade smoke gun shattered into a stone tablet at the ferry crossing, and until Ali's ninth white hair entangled the divine pen spirit, that they understood:
Seven reincarnations are not a curse, but a letter of challenge handed to God by mortals. That twisted cat, with its lame legs, wanted to crush the long steps paved with destiny.
(A bronze sword crown fell out of the sleeve of a customer who was trading souls at the pawn shop, and the divine realm was not burned; under the dead peach tree, the heart-eating cicada was eating the title page of the new life book...)
Intention: Fate is the chain for gods to tame all living beings, and mortals use the blood and bones of seven generations and their crazy love to forge a god-killing sword in the desperate situation of reincarnation.