"If you call my name on that river, call it three times, and I will definitely hear you."
More than a thousand years ago, the God of War once said this to a Nepeta grass growing by the Juyan Sea. A thousand years later, the grass said these words to a ghost who was about to end his third reincarnation.
The god at that time had perished, but the weeds at this time were dreaming of finding him back.
So she asked him to call her name three times.
Shout three times.
The first call is for me to come, the second call is for me to cry, and the third call is for me to return your previous vows.
You once gave me a name, and now, it's my turn to give you back the name you lost.
I want you to wear golden armor and hold a sharp sword, standing above the clouds and outside the world of mortals. From now on, you will receive endless incense and merits for eternity.
I want those songs and legends that praise you to be famous for hundreds of generations, thousands of generations, and tens of thousands of generations.
I want you to not be afraid of your destiny, the way of heaven, or the gods and Buddhas in the sky.
And you don't have to remember me.
I am just one of the thousands of incense offered to you in the world, just one of the many merits you have made over the years, and just a weed beside the vast and endless Juyan Sea.
I was lucky enough to win your favor, but I never had the chance to share your head. +
Some guidelines
There is no need to be serious about the overhead background. BE and HE are mixed but the main BE is 1V1.
The author is a bit verbose and can easily fail to stop the car.
A rustic story of saving others and finding oneself
Also known as: Grass's Repayment
*Trying to write a wonderful feeling: there are no accidental disasters, everyone has made their best efforts, but the story still slides into an irreversible abyss.
Intention: Fighting with the sky, the joy is endless