I Said Why I Lost My Soul with Old Age, but It Turned Out That I Was Born as a Wandering Soul

The Buddha sees eighty-four thousand insects in a bowl of water. The world is not as simple as what we see with the naked eye. The cognitive limitations of ordinary people are like invisible worms in water. When a "soul defect" becomes a unique talent, and when an ordinary person has the power to break the rules, how will he choose? Is it to blend into the unspoken rules of the underground world, or to use its own way to bring new order to this hidden corner?