He is Mo Zhu, the smartest domestic slave in the backyard of He Mansion.
Accompanying the ancient Buddha with a green lantern, he recited sutras of compassion, won the love of the old lady, and received the guidance of the eldest son.
With an exquisite heart, I quietly looked up at the bright figure like the moon reflected in a clear spring.
He is Mo Zhu, who was freed from slavery and rose to prominence through fire.
There is beauty in the pen and hills and valleys in the mind. From a humble scholar to a close minister of the emperor,
Transformation step by step, stunning the world, but also stepping into a deeper whirlpool step by step.
The sea of love and desire is full of undercurrents.
The former benefactor who was as gentle as jade, the unruly lover who was as fiery as fire, and the unfathomable Nine-Five Lord who held life and death in his hands...
Three completely different emotions enveloped him. Admiration, passion, possession, compassion...
In the intertwined web of power and desire, how can a glass heart that was soaked in the fragrance of Buddha distinguish between true and false? How to protect authenticity?
I once pretended to be Guanyin and the Dragon Girl in front of the Buddha. She was so compassionate that I couldn't help myself. Now he is trapped in the golden palace of the world of mortals, floating in the sea of love and desire.
Can the clarity that comes from the Buddhist hall be his raft for overcoming calamity?
Can that indestructible golden cage and jade lock trap a soul that longs to fly?
It begins in the Buddhist hall, is trapped in the golden palace, and returns to the original heart.
The ups and downs of the sea of evil, the endless thread of love, and the thread of Buddha's heart.
Who is he crossing? Who is waiting for him?
Concept: The word "love" has three flavors: admiration, compassion, or an equal sincerity?