During the reign of Emperor Wu of the Tang Dynasty, Wang Xuan, the garrison envoy of Fengdu, pulled me out of the Hundred Ghost Pit under the Yin-Yang Boundary Monument.
At that time, all the skin on my body was peeled off, leaving only a bloody ball of flesh, twitching desperately in the mire.
He lowered his eyes and looked at me. In those eyes that were always as cold as frost, there was a trace of compassion that no one could see through:
"Ayan, you did something wrong. You can't get your skin back. I found a new skin for you. From now on, you are neither a human nor a ghost. Just stay by my side and be a shadow."
More than a thousand years later, the mountain city was filled with fog all year round, and the neon lights flickered in the mountain fog like a bizarre dream.
I opened a psychological consultation room in an alley in Huangjueping Art District, doing some good things to relieve people's luck.
I said to my good boy Chen Xiaotu:
"Little Bald One, don't stay here all day long until I break up my shop. I'm going to go back to Fengdu one day."
Chen Xiaotu was burying his head in a paper figurine. When he heard this, he replied without raising his head:
"Auntie, you have been guarding Wang Shenjun for a thousand years. People may not remember you as a 'little shadow'? Besides, Fengdu has become a tourist attraction now. If you want to go back, I will buy you a train ticket. We will be there in two hours."
I peeled off an old rock candy and stuffed it into my mouth. I looked out the window at the billowing white mist in the morning light and said nothing.
There are some places that trains cannot reach.
Intention: Due to the evil debt of cause and effect, thousands of years of reincarnation will never be eliminated. The desires of the human heart are so dark and mysterious that ghosts and gods cannot reach them.