Sansheng Burning Mud

On the night he was born, fire shone in the sky and the old locust trees burned in the heavy rain. The high priest said this was a sign of evil, but the old patriarch said it was the foundation of the country. He was named "Ji" - the leader of hundreds of grains and the foundation of the country. They put the future of the tribe on this baby, hoping that he would nourish the land like a hundred grains. He grew up in loess and blood and fire, used kindness to gather people's hearts, and used kindness to fight against weapons. He maneuvered in the cracks of tradition, detoured under the enemy's attack, and learned what tactics meant through betrayal and sacrifice. He thought he was creating an era. Little does he know, someone is already standing at the end of the road he paved, waiting to take over everything. The person he trusted the most used everything he taught to bury him with his own hands in the soil that he had nourished his whole life. "Success or failure turns out to be nothing. In the end, it was all made for me as a wedding dress." This is a story about "making wedding clothes for others". It is also a story about the "Tao" - the Tao is not in high places, but in the mud. It took him a long, long time before he finally began to ask: Who am I? What is my way?