Mountains and Rivers Ask Questions

Heaven and earth are impartial, rules are not determined by heaven, but are determined by people's hearts; the Tao is silent, not seeking immortality, but a clear conscience. In the southern border of Dali, in a broken shoe shop in Nipin Lane, Qingxi County, an orphan boy named Chen Nian grew up with needlework and fireworks. The old shoemaker didn't teach him any skills, but only taught him a few dead principles: don't take advantage of him, don't bully the weak, don't bow to power, and don't ignore your conscience. But this world has always been cold, children disappeared one after another, the government turned a blind eye, the squires took advantage of their power to bully others, and the passing monks stood idly by. The law of the jungle has become common sense in the world, and the word conscience has long been ground into the dust. During a late spring rain, he met Yun Youzi, a down-and-out Taoist, and was given a yellowed copy of "Original Heart Jue" and a rusty broken sword. From then on, he embarked on the uncertain path of Taoism. He has no natural talent, no prominent family background, only a stubbornness that refuses to accept his fate. He got up in the mud of the market and was tempered in the wind and rain of the world. I am used to seeing the strife of wealthy families, private fights between Taoist families, and the fight between monsters and monsters. I have seen through the hypocrisy of the strong who use their cultivation to determine good and evil, and use their power to break the rules. After traveling through deserted villages, ancient roads, dangerous mountains and dangerous waters, the glimmer of light in my heart has never been extinguished.