Library

A game between gods and gods leads to a human legend. The chess pieces are divided into black and white, and there are two brothers. The hatred of the country and the family, the love of brothers. Life may have a planned path, it may remain unchanged, or it may last for a long time.

Lin Yan took the knowledge base of the entire Chinese civilization and fell into a world of cultivation where civilization was broken. Here, the skills are incomplete and the text is distorted. The monks can cause a bloody storm just for a page of the "Thousand Character Essay". When "no spiritual root" was detected, he smiled. Spiritual roots? That's a crude classification of talent. He saw children copying the worn inscriptions with typos, he saw elders becoming obsessed with the ambiguity of the exercises, and he saw the entire civilization running wildly on the wrong path. So he picked up the chalk. Starting from an enlightenment stele in Qingshi Town, he completed the text, corrected the classics, and established a literary tradition. What he teaches is not the skills, but the foundation of civilization. Disciples used the "Book of Songs" to defend against enemies, the "Art of War" to set up formations, and the "Historical Records" to clarify their minds. The "literacy class" that was once despised has become the strongest inheritance. The decadent sect is hostile to him, and the ancient alliance that monopolizes knowledge is after him. They fear that complete knowledge will subvert all privileges and order. However, literary spirit is like a spark that will eventually start a prairie fire. Years later, an army of secret keepers descended on the country to stifle this "forbidden knowledge." Lin Yan stood on the top of the newly built "Civilized Library", behind him were millions of monks and mortals reciting the same text. The sound and waves gathered into a river and broke down the high wall of monopoly for thousands of years. His calm voice resounded throughout the world: "The first school rule: knowledge belongs to everyone." This is not a person's path to immortality. This is a civilization, a gentle awakening to another world that has lost its memory.

On my first day working at Yongan Funeral Home in Longshan City, the veteran security guard on the day shift told me three rules: 1. Don't look at the incinerator at midnight. 2. Don't enter the morgue when you are ugly. 3. Don't look at the surveillance camera during the Yin period. I asked why. He said: The less you know, the better you sleep. I couldn't help it. On the first night, the incinerator burned with blue fire, and the flames were filled with distorted faces. The old-fashioned electronic watch left by my father on my wrist suddenly popped up a line of words: "Those who are good at burning karma will be punished. Merit +1." The next night, the corpse in the morgue crawled out of the freezer on its own, with a dark red sentence on its chest. A voice that was not mine came out of my mouth: "Class C crime, three days in ice prison." The body crawled back on its own. On the third night, at 3:33 in the morning, sixteen surveillance images were frozen at the same time. The picture is crowded with figures wearing long gowns, mandarin jackets, and cheongsams. Outside the door of the security room, stood a person wearing a crown and black uniform. It's smiling at me. Later, the curator called me to the office and handed me a rusty copper key: "Xiao Shen, our funeral parlor has eighteen floors underground." He paused. "You used to live on the bottom floor." Later, a man wearing a black suit and carrying a briefcase came to me and bowed: "Sir, please take your time to collect the fragments of your godhead. There are still six more." My name is Shen Yuan, I am forty years old, laid off, divorced, with a monthly salary of 3,000. Watch the gate during the day and examine the ghosts at night. They said that I was the reincarnation of Emperor Fengdu. I haven't decided yet whether to believe it or not. But I broke every rule of the funeral home.