Bagua Zhilu

At the beginning of chaos, the two qi of yin and yang are intertwined like a giant python. Between the clear and turbid fissures, the four phenomena rotate and give birth to the Eight Diagrams Xuanmang - the dry sky covers the top, the kun earth carries it, the thunder cracks the sky, the sunda wind breaks through, the Kanshui whispers, the Lihuo roars, the Genshan stands silently, and the Duize undercurrents. The law is established, and all things are trembling, but mortals are trapped in their skins, using only burnt patterns on tortoise shells and bronze plates, and it is difficult to see the way of heaven. Some monks climb snow-capped mountains and touch the Xun Gua and turn into bones; some dig up a ruler in the ground and find the Kun stele, only to be swallowed up by black liquid in the village. For thousands of years, the Eight Diagrams has been like a mirror, a flower in the water, a mirror, a flower in the water, something that can only be expected and out of reach. Until the midnight of the Jingzhe, eight visions shook the Kyushu: an old woman in the East China Sea stepped on the waves and condensed the waves, the children in the Western Region laughed and caused thunder, and the giant chains burned in the fire under the ice abyss in the North... Bagua never fell asleep, but did not bother to respond to the call of the ants. When the legend became a source of conversation, a strange man in a bamboo hat in a tea shop used eight copper coins to build a hexagram tower. It collapsed and an unprecedented phenomenon appeared - the six hexagrams were suspended like living things, and finally gathered into a complete hexagram. The green smoke drifts towards the village where the baby was born, and the destiny begins...