Black Myth: the Record of Understanding the Gods and Cultivating Immortals

On the way to Qidu, half of them were sloppy scholars. They passed through Chentang at night and met an old woman who gave her food. Earthen pots were broken, rice turned into meat crumbs, skulls rolled down, and nursery rhymes were sung in unison. At this point, I met Nezha, unraveling the stone monkey, and worshiped Guanjiang. Shattered Heaven.      This is a dark interpretation of myth.