Go Against the Grain

Everyone knows that the Qingyuan Mountain has been peaceful for thousands of years, that the three religions are in harmony, and that the world will be prosperous forever. Only the people in the game know that this eternal stability has always been a vain dream that was forcibly shackled. The spiritual grass is withered, the stream is stagnant, and there is no wind chime. Layers of strange phenomena are quietly growing, and the thin skin that has been covered for thousands of years is cracking little by little. The ancient town of Hengchuan is the place where the three religions stopped fighting and made a covenant; the Cangqing Mountains are the spiritual lock pattern arranged by the sages themselves. The young Xiao Jin came out of his hometown, and a couplet at a young age, "Natural nature is self-preserving," unintentionally wrote down the thousand-year roots of Taoism. He originally thought that he was just an ordinary disciple seeking Taoism, meditating at the mountain gate, and breaking away from attachment and enlightening his mind. Little did he know that he was born with the charm of Zhongzheng Taoism, the texture of the mountains and rivers in his hometown, and the lingering glimpses and afterimages along the way. They are all a treacherous chess game that lasts for thousands of years and entwines the origins of the three religions. The old people are returning to their positions one after another, and the ancient chess pieces are being played one after another. Some people play chess and observe the world, some people are sleepy and sinking, and some people are sober and lonely. Everyone is in the game, and no one can escape the illusion. The big dream is about to wake up, and the delusion is about to come. The seemingly perfect peace in this world will eventually end up with mountains and rivers and wind and rain.