I Use an Evil God to Repair My Sanity

Promoting China's excellent traditional culture is certainly commendable, but we should avoid excessive praise. Otherwise, they'll end up like those on Douyin and Kuaishou who boast about traditional martial arts, claiming that real martial arts are killing techniques and not used on stage.

This book, I can only say, has great potential. If it were simply written like the synopsis—something bizarre and perverse, maybe even incorporating some philosophical knowledge—that would be fine. If it could be written well, the book's seemingly chaotic writing style might actually become its unique characteristic, like in "The Mysterious Immortal."

Chinese philosophy students don't study Western philosophy? Don't they study Marxism? It would be more believable if you said the protagonist's previous life was that of a charlatan or Taoist priest. Furthermore, does Western philosophy lack an idealistic element?

Please feel free to comment, whether you like it or not, especially if you don't. I promise I'll read every comment. Whip me away... Now, let your performance begin.

I don't understand what you're trying to say. You were so tough and refused to kneel at first, but then you didn't utter a sound after being whipped 50 times. If you're going to be tough, then be tough to the end. If you want to be flexible, you should be able to bend and stretch. You didn't kneel but were whipped 50 times to preserve your dignity. What kind of spirit is that? Is it the spirit of Ah Q?

The writing concept is good, but there are sudden, unrealistic and empty phrases that make it really confusing to read, and the content doesn't flow well from beginning to end.

The author may not be clear about what you're supposed to do if you study philosophy at a university in China. You have to study Marxist philosophy, right?

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You wrote about India, not China, right?

The plot was engaging when it was being written, but the inexplicable inclusion of desires, women, black hair, racism, etc., Diluted the story the more I read. Perhaps I'm not the type of person the author intended to appeal to.