The Pseudo-Terrestrial Trickster

The ancient road is deep and covered with incense and ashes. It is the filthiest thing, and it is also the purest temptation. Everyone in the world says that practicing is to conform to the way of heaven. But I have to ask: Why? Why is fate determined by God, and why is cause and effect unbreakable? I swallowed filth, refined strange medicine, and used my mortal body as a container to carry strange things. Rules of heaven? It's just a lie. When the night swallows up the skylight, can the blindfolded eyes still find the peach blossoms on the other side?