No one knows exactly where Bailing Mountain is. Some say it's a mountain of immortals, where clouds and mist swirl all year round and celestial music drifts from its peaks. Others say it's a mountain of demons, where monsters roam unchecked and do as they please.
What is the truth? Buddha says: It cannot be spoken.
Bailing Mountain: Elegance
I had no name until Feng Qi gave me one.
I don't remember the days before I met Feng Qi, and I don't need to.
My memories begin on that misty morning, when Feng Qi gently stroked my head, a smile on his lips and tenderness shining in his eyes.
He said, From today on, your name is Feng Li.
Bailing Mountain: A Thousand Years
I watched him for a thousand years.
He looked up with a faint smile, tinged with loneliness.
He said, Hongyu, my bird has flown away.
Bailing Mountain: Wounds
That afternoon, he suddenly asked me what kind of wound hurt the most.
I answered, The deepest wound is one of the heart.
He smiled faintly, pressed a finger to his chest, and asked, What if you have no heart?
Bailing Mountain: Your Life
As the flowering season drew near, he suddenly clasped my hand tightly.
I turned around, but at last I could no longer make out that familiar face.
Bailing Mountain: Eternal Night
I waited for the sun to rise, year after year.
Year after year.
The Lucifer Bailing Mountain series, written for Lucifer. These stories are not open to readers other than Lucifer.
Just setting up a place to put them.
