Contextual Human Lamp

There is a breath in the world called context. The drums of the lion dance, the threads of Chao embroidery, the cowhide of shadow puppets, and the fragrance of Longjing tea are all evidence of its survival. Now, this breath is almost gone. Craftsmanship has been reduced to performance, and inheritance has become a gimmick. The darker the context, the longer the evil spirits. And evil spirits are the corrupted context itself. Xie Qingluan, in the seventeenth year of the Republic of China, died and became the princess of the underworld, but she remained in the world for more than a hundred years. She wanted to see if this world was worth living. Liang Xingtang is a mortal in Foshan who is too poor to afford rice rolls. Guarding an awake lion with a split face and four junior brothers waiting for food. He has only one creed: the lion's head can be split, but the lion's soul cannot be scattered. From Lingnan to Tibet, there are twenty-four cities, twenty-four crafts that are about to be destroyed, and twenty-four people standing on the edge of the cliff. She is a lamp crawling out of the earth, and he is the gust of wind. When the wind blows, the lights turn on. The final battle is at the top of Mount Kailash. Twenty-four crafts reappeared at the same time, thousands of lights were lit, and the sound of drums was loud. She stood at the front and said to the corrupt context: "I will not destroy you. I will come back to pick you up. Come home with me."