Beauty Without Borders

This is no joke.

I really mean it. Since the world of the immortals that lasted tens of thousands of years has come to an end and the gods have fallen asleep, I shall cultivate the Sacred Way.

A reformed young immortal, reincarnated to cultivate both the Dao and the Sacred Way.

My identity would scare you to death.

The Bodhisattva is my teacher, and the Primordial Heavenly Lord is my grandpa.

So, I’ll come clean: I want to get famous.

Hehehe, don’t laugh at me. I mean the kind of “fire” you get when your backyard’s on fire.

So, adultery is a sin, and saving my virtue is an urgent matter.

But a stepmother is still a mother, and even farmers can go wild. Not every stepmother is a bad woman, so my stepson’s mother fell in love with me.

She even said, “No matter if thunder rumbles in winter or snow falls in summer, no matter how time changes, my love for you will never change.”

And so begins the strange tale of a beggar king’s mortal life. Cultivating both the Dao and the Sacred Way, I’ll spread kindness, champion the righteous path, and share love around the world, yet I can’t escape a romantic entanglement.

People say that believing in gods means believing in ghosts. I refuse to believe in ghosts, but I really have seen one. I can’t catch ghosts, but I dare to hunt them.

I am Shi Menqian, a farmer.

An atheist.

I never stop searching for beauty. I remain true to my original intentions, striving to stay genuine and working tirelessly for the well-being of all. So, do good deeds and don’t worry about what lies ahead.

Then, in a contradictory life and a contradictory world, can contradictions coexist?