Snow Listening Pavilion: Seeds of the Mortal World

On that day, a white-robed monk came from beyond heaven and earth.

A twenty-four-petaled black lotus marked his brow. No one knew where he came from or what he intended.

He reached out and tore open the fabric of heaven and earth, then built a pavilion beside the Wangchuan River and named it Tingxue Pavilion.

He plucked a red spider lily and infused it into a young man’s right hand, then softly instructed him:

“Open the doors at midnight every night and listen to the stories of those who come and go. When a story is finished, the tattoo will transform into a red flower, guiding the visitor to the person they long to see.”

Do you have an obsession you can’t let go of, or someone you love but cannot have?

Then come to Tingxue Pavilion.

Here, we care neither whether a story is meant for men or women, nor whether immortals and demons walk different paths. We welcome only those bound by worldly love, and help them through a hundred lifetimes of tribulation.