Fragments of the Book of Heaven

When it was the third hundredth year of copying, Shen Mo suddenly discovered that he could no longer write. The pen tip hung on the paper, and the ink condensed into a black bead. He stared at the last empty line on the paper - "The day he died." He had copied this line so many times that he could write it even with his eyes closed. But today when he opened his eyes, he suddenly couldn't. He put pen to paper. The first one missed a hair. Barely visible, but he knew it was off. For the first time in three hundred years, he put down his pen. Looking back for the first time. The first discovery - on the back wall of Yulu's room, someone used all his strength to carve four words: "Don't look back." The person who wrote the pen had only one thought: fast. Leave this sentence here before formatting. The Tianbei Department has twelve officials who have copied the heavenly records for three thousand years. They copy the fate of mortals, never read, never ask, and never look back. But Silence turned around. What he saw was that the Four Great Classics were not four books, but four formats in which the Tianbei Division pre-written the fate of the world. Machiavellian plots, rivers and lakes, emotional tribulations, and spiritual practice. The four formats are used individually and have limited power. Used together, a person's "complete death" can be prewritten. And his death date has already been written. The person who writes about him is himself. The man who taught writing on the monument three hundred years ago. The man who was betrayed by his own students, dismantled into a monument, and turned into fragments on four monuments.