Immortals and Buddhas receive incense from the living, but I alone fulfill the wishes of the dead.

When walking in the world, one does not survive hardships, disasters, and man-made and natural disasters;

Only the heart is unwilling to be reconciled, the intention is difficult to reconcile, the unfulfilled wish is fulfilled, the people are transported, and reincarnation is established again.

When a young man visited a grave in Weishui in the Great Xia Dynasty, he accidentally found a strange scripture. By fulfilling the wishes of the deceased, he could obtain the treasures of heaven and earth, as well as magical powers.

Through this, the young man can save all sentient beings along the way. I don't know when, when he suddenly looked back, the ground was covered with the corpses of gods and Buddhas, circling the path of reincarnation.

After a red meteor streaked across the sky, human civilization came to a standstill. From that day on, people could no longer build a rocket, a nuclear bomb, an airplane, or a car... The pyramid of civilization built up by modern science suddenly collapsed, and the disaster was far more than that. The gray world descends with the red meteor, like a ghostly reflection behind a mirror, dragging the civilized world into the abyss of disorder little by little. In this era, human life is as small as dust; in this era, human beings are as bright as stars. The building is about to collapse, and someone sees an actor standing on top of the ruins of civilization, red as blood, laughing and crying at times, the curtain of the times.