It is said that in Yunshen Country, there is such a strange person.
He was wearing a white robe, with a straight knife and a bamboo flute hung at his waist.
He ascended to immortality at the age of sixteen, but just as he ascended, he jumped from the platform of banishment to immortality.
He was once the laughing stock of the whole country, a prince who was deposed because he broke a plate.
No one knew what he was thinking, no one knew where he went.
Until another year, amidst lightning and thunder, a young figure, ultramarine belt and boots dazzled in the flying white robe, in the spiritual light falling from the sky, in the deafening thunder, in the collision of the scabbard and the bamboo flute, in the crisp sound of the hollow golden bell tied on his hairband——
The deposed prince Wen Mo has once again ascended.
Thousands of waves are rolling in the clouds and mud, and the dim shadow of the moon is drunk on the begonias.
Flowers bloom and people disperse the phosphorescence, and a hundred years of dreaming is absurd.
I just sigh that humans and demons have different paths, and gods and ghosts are on separate sides of heaven and earth.
The weather turns cloudy and sunny, listening to the rising tide, and the love between strangers cannot be eliminated.
Early stage: facial paralysis, simple banishment to immortals & contracted remnant soul fox demon attack
Later period: gods & ghost kings
A bit of a knife, but HE.
The growth story of a late maturing boy
Intention: God must know
