On the night when I was burning incense in Yonghe Palace, I was hit by a car and died.
My soul is stuck at the junction of yin and yang. The King of Hell said that my yang life has not expired, but if I want to survive, I have to work for him.
So, I became the only "evil god" in Yonghe Palace.
Job content: Get into the obsessions of those crazy men and resentful women who have been burdened with three generations of sinful debts, watch their lives of love, hate, and separation, and then find relief for them at the end of the story.
There is only one rule: you can only look at it, but you can't change it.
I dressed as an inconspicuous palace maid in Yeting, watched Shangguan Wan'er writing poems in the snow, and was dragged out of the abyss by Princess Taiping; I became the lonely yellow gate standing under the shadow of the Weiyang Palace, witnessed Emperor Ai cutting off his sleeve for him, and watched the Prime Minister leave the table angrily; I became a silent shadow in the Gaixia military camp, watching Farewell My Concubine, the Wujiang River stained with blood...
I thought I was just a spectator, until I kept seeing the same figure wearing gray old monk robes in the corner of every fantasy of my previous life.
That was the guardian of Yonghe Palace, Lu Zhihan.
He swept the land in silence for three hundred years, and waited for me in silence for three hundred years.
When the string of cinnabar bodhis on my wrist was all red, and the ancient demon fire burned the sky, it finally dissipated in exchange for my new life.
As the flames engulfed him, he said, "This time, don't forget me."
I finally remembered that what I had forgotten was the person who spent three hundred years of reincarnation to give me a glimmer of hope.
Intention: True affection is not the record of staying aloof from the incident, but the remembering and waiting for it despite knowing that it cannot be done. When "watching" becomes a profession, the pain of others being watched will eventually reflect the viewer's own most passionate heart that has been buried by time.