Overwhelm the Heavenly Master

In the seventeenth year of the Republic of China, the world was in chaos and people's lives were like grass. Lin Jiu was the last Taoist priest in Qingfeng Temple. His Taoist robe was shabby, his cuffs were washed white, and he was so poor that he hid copper plates in the soles of his shoes. He had five shortcomings and three shortcomings in his life. What he lacked was his life. Before he died, the master held his hand and wrote three words in the palm: Lu Ban Shu. From then on, he held the wood in his left hand and the knife in his right hand, using flesh and blood as ink, and Yangshou as the price. On the night when the paper sedan chair hit the white funeral, he carved the first wooden figure; in the corpse elixir furnace of the ancestral tomb in Xishan, he killed the first evil thing; in the waves of the Yellow River where thousands of corpses were floating, he laid out the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gangs to Wean Victory Formation. All the way out of the coffin and pile of corpses, he was covered in blood, his eyes were full of evil, his hair was gray every inch, and half of the bamboo slips were stained red by the blood he coughed up. Ghosts are afraid of evil people, and people are afraid of madmen. As long as he is more fierce than the ghosts, the ghosts will be afraid of him. But when he finally stood in the Eye of Kunlun Dragon Vein and looked at the shocking chess game that used the world as a tree and the common people as material, he realized that the collapse of the Yin and Yang worlds was not a natural disaster, but a game that had been planned for four hundred years. And he, Lin Jiu, was born to be the most critical chess piece - he could either use his body as a tree to replace the sky; or he could look at this world and become a hunting ground for the dead. The carving knife fell and sawdust flew. In this round, he was betting on his life.