The Fate-Defying Card Game

Shen Tinglan, a book repairman in Mincheng Old Street, lived a peaceful life for ten years with half a store of old paper. He thought he would be dealing with paste and broken pages for the rest of his life, until a rainy night during the rainy season, when his peace was shattered. Three men in black robes from the Holy Orders broke into the store and took away the tampered apocryphal canon. In desperation, he pressed half a bronze medal from his family onto the Song version of the "Book of Changes" - the golden light exploded, breaking the soul-forgetting curse on the spot and uncovering the bottom of the other party's apocryphal canon. Only then did he realize that what the Shen family had passed down from generation to generation was not only the craft of book repair, but also the "Fool's Card" of the lineage of defenders. Two thousand years ago, a catastrophe struck, and the twins parted ways: Achilles went west to establish the Holy Order, locking down civilization with absolute order for survival; Shen Zhongdong returned to guard the fireworks, gambling on rebirth with the myriad variables in the world, and one gamble lasted two thousand years. Now that the Pope is forcing the Grand Ceremony of Order, twenty-two anchor points have been broken one after another, and the gray fog that wipes out existence has swept across the world. Shen Tinglan took a cold iron book knife and hit the road: repairing the cracks in the law is like patching up the pages of a book with moths, and breaking through the puzzles of apocryphal books is like identifying fake ancient books. Every step relies on the real skills in his hands. But the price of the Fool's Card is engraved in the bones: every time the source is touched, a piece of the past is lost. Grandpa's propriety in mixing the paste, the time when the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms, and the name of the girl who always sits by the window are all slowly scattered in the wind. In the end, victory is achieved, and the position of god who controls the laws is at your fingertips. But he raised his hand to disperse all authority and returned the lights of thousands of families along the earth's lines. The thousand-year bet has been settled, and no one in the world knows his name. Only in the old street bookstore, there is always a warm cup of osmanthus tea by the window.