Immortality in a Deceptive Way: the Blind Painter

My name is Su Mu, and I am a fake painter. There is something wrong with this world - the stronger the monks get, the crazier they become, and the closer they get to the "Tao", the less human they become. The "immortality" they pursue will eventually turn into monsters. And I am born with a disease: I cannot see anything supernatural. In my eyes, auspicious beasts are like wild dogs, and in my eyes the immortal dharma is like rotten meat. Later I learned that this was not a disease. This is the bloodline of the "blind ones" who fought against the old gods 30,000 years ago. My ancestors sacrificed their lives in exchange for these eyes, so that I can be the only person who is not contaminated today. So I used a wolf-hair pen and a pack of cinnabar (actually the ashes of a blind man) to "erase" the world's diseases. Someone asked me: If you don't seek immortality, what do you seek? I said: Please live soberly for several decades. When my life is over, someone remembers my name.