Mountains and Rivers Are Guided by Medicine: Using One's Body to Guide Mountains and Rivers

My name is Ling Chen, an ALS patient with only three years left to live. But the real cause of my death was not a terminal illness, but an ancient curse in my blood—my illness was proof that this mountain and river was suffering from an incurable disease. My medical certificate is engraved on the earth's veins of China: The delusion of immortality in the tomb of the King of Nanyue is poison, the obsession with clouds and rain in Wushan is poison, and the roar and siltation of the Yellow River for thousands of years are also poison... Twelve scars of civilization condensed twelve "strange poisons" and also gave birth to twelve accompanying "spiritual medicines". Medicine and poison come from the same source, and my vitality lies in the deepest "disease" in the world. I embarked on a road that no one has traveled: using my body as a furnace, I traveled through mountains and rivers, and refined the deepest pain of civilization into life-sustaining medicine. I learned the wisdom of healing in Dujiangyan to stabilize the injured body, resonated spiritually with Feitian under the moon in Dunhuang, and experienced the trials of human nature on the top of the Five Mountains... What I am cultivating is not spiritual power, but the meridians of civilization; what I am curing is not one person, but five thousand years of siltation. And my companions and those who stand in my way are all legends: The silver-haired genius who depends on me for life and death, the ancient goddess who weaves a thousand-year chess game in the dark, the alchemist who wants to refine me into a "human needle" to establish eternal order... When I finally gather all the poisons at the top of Kunlun, heaven and earth will force me to make a choice: Incarnate into the eternal "Yao Yin" and merge into the cold heaven? Or should you stick to your human nature and return to the steaming heat of that bowl of Yangcheng wonton noodles? I held the invisible silver needle and looked at the vast land beneath my feet. "At least, let me be the needle that pierces fate, Let this mountain river that has been blocked for five thousand years begin to flow again