All Things Lamp, All Living Beings Hold On

——I use my body as a torch to illuminate your thousands of obsessions. Where the blue lamp shines on the bones, all living beings are attached to the ego. When Yun Guixiu saw Xie Wujiu for the first time, he was stepping on glass-like fragments of time and space, with blue fireworks burning at his fingertips. The flame burned through the century-old resentment in the haunted house, but it condensed into a gentle butterfly on the side of her neck. The crazy beauty crushed the evil ghost's skull and turned around, her eyes red with grievance: "Sister, my hand hurts and I need to blow it off." She didn't know that this sigh was his way back to capture him across the world of three thousand obsessions. The twenty hells formed by the fragmentation of the ancient magic lamp are the most exquisite laboratories of human nature. In the Taotie live broadcast room, organs are turned into reward chips, in the quantum temple, the power of incense will split parallel time and space, and the scalpel of the upside-down hospital cuts through the absurdity of the inversion of good and evil. When Yun Guixiu's bronze chain penetrated the Cyber ​​Sister's artificial womb, and when Xie Wujiu's heart condensed into a coral tombstone in the sea of ​​lies, they finally understood the prophecy on the wick - the so-called obsession is just a shrine made by desperate people for themselves. The lunatics of the Prosecution Department are stepping on the karma of all sentient beings. There are hundreds of withered bones hidden under the cheongsam of the immortal, the mechanical Taoist priest's spells and missiles work together to save the souls of the dead, and the skull beads around the Buddha's neck strike the blood-colored death curse. And Xie Wujiu always leaned over and bit the back of Yun Guixiu's neck when the smoke was thickest, blending violence and piety into the same sentence: "Ah Xiu, look at all the lights, they are all the ever-bright lamps that I kneel down to worship you." It wasn't until the day when the eternal night fell that Yun Guixiu came across the truth at the Memory Funeral Parlor: Xie Wujiu's lamp bone locked the shredded godhead of her previous life, and every time she took back a piece of the lamp wick, she was gouging out a piece of his flesh and blood with her own hands. And he had already figured out the outcome in thousands of reincarnations. He smiled and embedded his heart into her chest: "Now, I am your sin that will never stop beating." When the craziest lantern holder is willing to be a prisoner in chains, and when the sick and broken blade holder burns himself and reignites the three thousand worlds, they finally understand the ultimate motto of Qing Deng Zhaoche - love is the most immortal obsession among all living beings. "Greed, anger, stupidity, pride, and doubt can all be overcome, but love is the burning fire that burns the body, and it is also the eternal light." "If you want to write about love, you can't just write about love." I want to write about the heart-gouging kiss of an evil dragon, I want to write about the broken golden body of a god, I want to write about the madness of slashing the way of heaven in the mechanical Taoist temple, and the despair of smiling at the end of the world in the wasteland brothel. What's more, six hands hold up a lamp, It illuminates the absurdity of the world, turns everything into ashes, and obsessions are like poetry. ——This lamp burns your spine and reflects my delusion. Concept: the collision of reality and illusion, tradition and modernity, good and evil