Zhang Zhuya considers himself a sinful ghost.
A guest said that he had only one thought: he was a devil, his virtue was not worthy of his place, he didn't know how to purify his heart, he didn't know how to be a god, he helped Zhou to do evil, and he died unjustly for three hundred and thirteen years.
He retrieved his memory and resolutely left the world. He just hoped that the cause and effect would be peeled off, and he would practice with his heart and never get entangled with this situation again.
He stood side by side with many people on the high mountains, between the clouds and the water, and saw too many fleeting glimpses of pure and kind people outside the majestic snow before reincarnation.
One day, he came to the Huixu Yuan Jun Jade Shrine and saw the sacred tree that Wei Lao had mentioned.
It is said that every immortal god who has suffered sins will close his eyes and concentrate here to express condolences and say goodbye before going to the human world to undergo calamities. Here he sent his old master, colleagues, enemies, and... His lover.
Mei is missing.
That day he stood under the tree, but he was not as joyful or crying as expected.
He stared blankly at the tree.
No one knows who planted it, no one knows why it is here.
Wei Lao asked him: "Little Crow, what are the minds of gods and ghosts? What should I do with this mind?"
Zhang Zhuya said softly: "If you have no joy or worry in your heart, you will see Qingming Terrace."
Walking on the frost and knowing how to deal with difficulties, if you wet your head, you will regret it and don't pursue it.
The youthful heart listened to the cicadas but did not ask.
Broken Heart Gong, shake the ancient paulownia tree, it turns out to be wrong.
Yulang smiled far away, and turned around in his dream. The guest will not return, the guest will not return.
I gave my old friend a cup of wine to pray for the wind to go away, and gave me half a branch of plum.
I look cold but my heart is warm. I feel hot everywhere except my body. I am mindless and unhappy. I am double clean and locked in 1v1.
It's a weird (I think it's) supernatural story, full of nonsense, lots of ghosts, ghosts and monsters, it doesn't matter what kind of weird and weird things it is! Super invincible reversal flow, black hole type of imagination, clean water, slow heat, slow heat, watch it if you like it, it's okay if you don't like it
I want to tell a story about stars, obsession, and self-transcendence.
The inspiration comes from a poem I dreamed about: If you have been in the wilderness for a long time, you will become an immortal, and you will lie down among the phoenixes in the world.
Intention: Only self-crossing
