North Candlelight Night Walk

This is a crazy era of "collapse of rituals and collapse of music". In the evil world of the five turbidities, the deceitful ways revive. What people in the martial arts world practice is no longer true qi, but "turbid qi". Those who practice Iron Sand Palm, their palms turn into black iron bones; those who practice Qinggong, their legs transform into sharp claws of birds. In pursuit of power, people worship evil spirits and even sew themselves into monsters. Until that day, a young man in white clothes from the pure land of the far north walked into this turbid world holding an oil-paper umbrella. His name is Shen Tusu. He has three things he doesn't want to do: he doesn't draw his sword when it's too dirty, he doesn't draw his sword when the monster is too ugly, and he doesn't draw his sword when he's in a bad mood. Everyone laughs at him as a weak scholar who not only has mysophobia but also carries a broom with him. He is a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered. Until that day, the gods and Buddhas in the sky were alienated, and unspeakable terror descended. The boy sighed and complained about getting his shoes dirty while putting on the bronze mask named "Da Siming". One sword, eternal peace. "I'm just a passing cleaner in Shen Tusu."