The Human Furnace

In the winter of the 16th year of Zhenguan, the West City of Chang'an. Li Xuanzheng, who traveled three months in time, guarded a dilapidated blacksmith shop inherited from his ancestors: his parents were dead, the guild was expelled, and evil officials were demanding debts - if a sample knife could not be handed over within three days, the shop would change owners. On a snowy night, he went to a ruined temple to hide from the snow, but he picked up a little girl who was so thin that only one pair of eyes remained. The girl pointed at him and timidly called "Daddy". He responded by mistake. Also on this night, the rusty iron piece wrapped in rags in the corner of the warehouse let out an almost inaudible dragon roar. Only later did he realize that this world was originally a great furnace: the way of heaven held the hammer, and all living beings were iron. Through the ages, a furnace called "order" was forged. The gods want to eat the incense of the human world, so they want the world to kneel down; the heaven wants all living beings to be ignorant, so it will not allow a little fire to cross the boundary. Cement built the city, firearms broke the formation, printing preached, and steam roared - he put the knowledge of his previous life into this furnace one by one, and became the soul caster of the empire from a blacksmith in the West City. Zhu Rong watched the fire for three days but did not dare to burn it. The earth in the back restrained the earth but could not restrain it. One hundred thousand incense in Buddhism could not stop his furnace from turning on. Three hundred years, twelve repairs, from Zhenguan to Yuanhe, from blacksmith to grand master. Finally, he used up the magical power in the sword, returned the borrowed life to the world, and returned to the blacksmith shop in the West Market—— Heaven and earth are furnaces, and all living beings are iron. This time, the fire will burn itself.