He was once a mortal monk, traveling hand in hand with his best friends across the mountains and rivers on the road to immortality. During those years, strong alcohol went down the throat and swords shone on the snow, thinking that the figures side by side could withstand the long years. But the fate was the most miserable. His companions either perished in the heavenly calamity or died in the demonic realm. The laughter and laughter in the past disappeared one by one, leaving him alone to ascend to the throne of God by stepping on the bones.
Thousands of years of time have smoothed away the sorrow and joy. He stands in the corner of the sky and watches the birth and death of the three realms. He has long been numb to the eternal separation of life and death. Until a wisp of childish cry came through the clouds, he followed the guidance and found the baby, took him as his disciple, taught him how to wield a sword, accompanied him to stargazing, and stirred up the silent lake in his heart.
As the disciple grew up, his eyes were filled with the blazing heat that belonged to him, but in a devastating battle, the young man's life was finally sacrificed to the common people. On his deathbed, the young man expressed his love in a trembling voice. As a god, he was subject to the laws of heaven, so he could only watch the body in his arms gradually become cold.
After that, a lonely figure appeared under the sycamore tree. He didn't know what love was, but he only knew that the soreness in his heart was unbearable. He was obviously used to separation, but he still couldn't forget this apprentice. He forgot about time and the identity of the god, and just sat there like this for ten thousand years.
Until the familiar breath came again, and he saw those clear eyes in his swaddling clothes - it was his little apprentice who had returned from reincarnation. This time, he still didn't understand human affairs, so he only relied on instinct to protect this familiar soul. It is a reincarnated young man who, with the passion and tenderness of two lives, teaches him little by little what joy, what care is, and what love is. The young man would hold his hand and visit the human market, tell him ordinary stories under the plane tree, and gently smooth the wrinkles between his eyebrows when he frowned.
The flashes of swords and swords in the past have finally become a thing of the past, and the gods have faded away from their indifference, learning the appearance of the human world, and sharing all the tenderness of the years with the young people. In this life, they redeem each other, are each other's human beings, and are inseparable from each other.
Intention: The bond between two lives will find redemption at the end of time.