Ideal Tomb

There is a tomb in Qingyun Town, with the words "Loose Cultivator Alliance" engraved on the monument. It's not really a tomb, it's a chess and card room. Sixteen years ago, the alliance perished in internal fighting, and its ideals turned into graves. The four men guarded the tomb for sixteen years. Bai Nie is embroidering a phoenix bathing in fire, Wan Guan is counting the fractions of the ledger, Liezui is shouting about the morning and dawn, and Luozi is playing the chess game of life. They were waiting for a gravedigger. Not a tomb robber, but a person who can make ideals reborn. Sixteen-year-old Nijo grew up in a tomb and worked as a sweeper and cook for sixteen years. He doesn't know whether he is a gravekeeper or a gravedigger, a "picked-up inheritance" or a "calculated choice." Until he heard a conversation late at night: "The kid is getting bigger and bigger, we have to find a way to let him dig his grave." A bowl of hot porridge is a sacrifice, a roar is an elegy, an account book is an epitaph, and a chess game is a rebirth ceremony. Guarding the tomb on the surface, digging the grave secretly. Gentle calculation, ideal rebirth. This is a story about the "ideal grave". When an ideal dies, someone guards the grave and someone digs the grave. Erjo, on the other hand, chose the latter.