The mountains are all ink-colored.

The ancient Buddha's head was stolen by a monster with a human body and a sheep's head. 
The Ghost buried an eye in the Buddha's temple, and from then on, the world's fire was extinguished, and darkness engulfed the continent.
To combat the Ghost' invasion, the gods of day and night were born between heaven and earth.
This is a narrative passed down for generations by storytellers.
What was the true nature of the ancient Buddha, the Ghost, and the wandering gods of day and night on the once great continent?
Perhaps, traces can be found in a troupe named 'Zhou Family Troupe.'
The Zhou Family Troupe,
is a troupe that performs operas specifically for the dead...

Wandering Gods of Day and Night

The water in the pot gurgled as though boiling, and it wasn't until the water vapor turned entirely to ashes that Yuan Buyu put down the copper kettle with force and went over to the bed.


The bed was a four-legged wrought iron one, with space beneath it, and tucked underneath were two pear wood boxes painted in red lacquer.


One box contained seasonal clothes, the other ancient manuscripts and drafts—it was all of Yuan Buyu's worldly possessions.


Dust hadn't gathered thickly on the manuscript box. Yuan Buyu blew away the light dust and opened the latch.


The ancient books inside were all about the spiritual, and the manuscripts were all handwritten copies with titles written by Yuan Buyu—his handwriting, like his drawings, was crooked and hard to recognize.


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