When I first met him, I was in Deng Lin in the wilderness of Shanyin. He is the lord of heaven, and I am just a monster born from the resentment, evil, and filth of heaven and earth. Hundreds of ghosts gathered together, and three corpses condensed. I didn't dare to get close, so I just watched from a distance. He noticed my peeping, and just smiled. At that moment, the breeze came, and the sky was full of fallen flowers. The peach blossoms were shining brightly, and even the heaven and earth lost their charm in this graceful smile.
When we met again, we were under the Thousand-foot Huangquan, beside the Wangchuan River, at the head of the Naihe Bridge, beside the Sansheng Stone, and in the endless sea of flowers on the other side. His green hair turned into snow, and his plain clothes were as picturesque. Even though his divinity was no longer there, he did not look embarrassed. I looked at him from a distance across the turbulent river. He smiled faintly and said "take care".
The last time I saw him was in the Weiyang Hall of the Xuantian Empire. At that time, he was the king who subjugated the country, and I was the monster who brought disaster to the country. The fallen plum blossoms are like snow, and they are still full after being brushed.
Even if fate arises and fate perishes, I am still at ease. How can I blame him for being entangled in love, hate, and obsessive love?