Wangchuan Asylum

I am a flower from the other side that absorbs sins beside the river of forgetfulness in the underworld. Recently, the character of the "residents" in the shelter has changed. The ancients were afraid of karmic retribution, and their souls were filled with turbid tears; today's people are fearless, and their souls are as hard as iron, wrapped in cold greed and delusion that have never been seen before. I saw them: the wealthy businessman who killed his wife, the hypocritical squire, the scholar who committed cyber violence... Until the two most special souls. Po Meng said, this is not a trial, but a rescue. Rescue those last tremors deep in the heart that even you have forgotten. I used petals as paper and karma as ink to write down these twelve samples. This report is not written to ghosts and gods, but to the hearts of people who are still alive: When the awe dissipates, what remains of the abyss?