Yanzhenchenhuan

The Dao soul that had been sleeping for eternity slowly opened its eyes from the ruins of time. Xu Yanci, the ancient Taoist guardian of the tripod, died as a martyr in the past, tearing his soul apart and sealing the source of delusions in the world. A ray of his remnant soul wandered for endless time, and finally fell into a prosperous city and lived in the body of a wandering young man. Fireworks in the market place and vast world of mortals. As he walked through the streets, he never saw evil spirits and ghosts, but the obsessions that all living beings could not let go of: the guilt that had been trapped in his mother's heart for many years, the regret that the old man had been with for half his life and could not be reconciled, and the regret that the dying person had no time to express. The so-called suppression of evil spirits never kills evil spirits, but the shackles of people's hearts that cannot be broken. Police lights and incense are facing each other, and legal principles and heavenly principles complement each other. Strange things hidden in the shadows of the city emerge one after another, and grudges that have been buried for thousands of years slowly come to light. There are people in the dark collecting the joys and sorrows of hundreds of millions of mortals, hoping to break the ancient seal and overthrow the entire world. Eternal loneliness weighs on my shoulders, and the coldness and warmth of the mortal world fill my heart. Xu Yanci uses his own Taoism as an inkstone to grind away thousands of delusions in the world, guarding the entire world amidst the ups and downs of fireworks.