The Great Thief Zhiye

In troubled times, rituals and music have collapsed. At the end of the Spring and Autumn Period, rich families were drinking and eating, and bones were everywhere. A young man named Zhan Xiong lost his family overnight and became a slave like an ant. He has seen the hypocrisy of etiquette, seen the onlookers of wise men, and seen the cold-bloodedness of powerful people. There was no way to ask for help, no way to ask for help, so he put off his humbleness, shouldered the infamy, and stood on Mount Tai in the name of being a thief. The world calls him Robber Zhi. He does not steal from the common people, he only steals injustice; he does not covet wealth and honor, he only seeks equal distribution. He determined that thieves also have a way: holiness, courage, righteousness, wisdom, and benevolence. They should establish themselves in five steps, rob the rich and give to the poor, and do not disturb the innocent. He gathered nine thousand hungry people and traveled across the world. The big countries defended the city and the small countries came to protect them. The princes were frightened and the powerful were frightened. Confucius came from afar to persuade him with benevolence and righteousness, and to lure him with the title of prince, in an attempt to tame a lonely and brave man with etiquette and law. He denounced hypocrisy in court and pierced the skin of sages and the shackles of ethics with one word - the so-called six kings and five uncles were just people striving for power; the so-called benevolence, righteousness and morality were just ropes that bound the people. A lifetime of vertical and horizontal movement, a half-life of encirclement and suppression. He has seen his brothers fall, he has seen people's livelihoods in hardship, he has seen the road ahead being uncertain, and he has also been wandering and feeling alone and miserable in the middle of the night. But in the end, he never bowed his head, never surrendered, and never forgot his original intention. When he was old, he was weathered and proud. His last words were as he held the golden vertebrae in his hand: Even if we meet each other in the underworld, we will still crush the Holy King's head. We will not yield, surrender, or forgive. He does not want to be passed down to the world, nor does he want to be king. Just for one thing - let the people at the bottom not deserve to suffer if they are not born again; let a beam of backfire illuminate the long night in this unfair world. This is not a bandit legend, this is a slave's lonely life against the entire era.