The Years When I Was the Scroll Bearer

I am Wu Zimo, the scroll-holding god, who controls birth, old age, and marriage in the three realms. One scroll determines the ups and downs of all living beings. After thousands of years of guarding the scroll hall alone, there is only one remaining soul to protect the scroll. He is noisy and accompanying him every day, hiding his preference in the trivial daily routine of gags. Under the Wuchen steps, all living beings come to ask for the scroll. I have gone through the world of crazy men and resentful women, loosening the way of heaven for those who are obsessed with it, but I can never see my own heart clearly. It wasn't until I opened the dusty scroll of origin that I realized that the reincarnations of He An and I were originally written on the same ancient scroll. A three-life contract made with one's own hands turns out to be the illusion of compassion; the fate that is truly engraved into one's soul has already transcended the red maple breeze in the schoolyard, survived the pull of duplicity, and the misplaced separation of youth. After reading thousands of love kalpas in the world, it turns out that my own perfection has always been by my side.