I have only one junior sister in my life. Her name is Cen Xinghan. I gave her this name when she became her disciple.
When she was young, she didn't know her own name. She only vaguely heard people in the village mention it. Her mother who died early seemed to have a surname of Cen. People in the village called her "Acen".
She was disliked by the people in the village. I once asked her why, and she said that maybe it was because she had no father and killed her mother.
Even a dog in the village can bully her, but only a lonely old man in his seventies is willing to treat her kindly. The old man treated her as his own, and she also received warmth from him. However, the good times did not last long. The villagers found the old man's body in the back mountain. The old man who treated her tenderly finally left her.
The death of the old man became the reason for the villagers to intensify their treatment of her. They bossed her around, beat and scolded her, and framed her.
When I first met her, she was being bullied by several children and fell into the quagmire.
As a disciple of the Lingsu Sect, I was ordered by my sect to investigate the whereabouts of the mysterious deaths of the residents of Xianju Town. The village where she lived was adjacent to the town and was under the jurisdiction of the town. This investigation revealed her demon bloodline. She went from being criticized as a "broom star" to a "witch" that ordinary people avoided and monks shouted to beat and kill.
The previous death of Cen's mother due to illness and the accidental death of the old man became another version: Cen's mother died after being sucked out of her essence by the half-demon bloodline, and the old man was killed by her.
After all, there was no place for her in the village. I told her that if she really had nowhere to go, she should go to Lingshan Sect. I have forgotten what she said, I only remember her nodding and her sincere smile.
Three years later, I saw her again in Lingsu Sect. She is still so thin and small. She must not have had a good life in the past three years. But as I comforted myself, I also silently comforted her. If she enters Lingsu Sect and becomes a monk, her future should be bright.
Now that I think about it, I regret it. It turned out that there were intrigues among the monks, and there were also some who used power to bully others, and some even wanted to kill her.
Nowadays, I often wonder, did I harm her? Without my words, what would her future be like? At least, somewhere where no one knew her, she could end her life in peace and quiet.
Xinghan, I failed to protect you after all, so I would like to stay in this river of forgetfulness forever, to atone for myself and pray for you.
Xinghan, I still don't want you to be possessed. There are indeed some scum here on the right path, but we have to believe in the path we stick to.
Xinghan, if there is really no way out, just forget my previous instructions. Whether you become an immortal or become a demon, I only wish you peace.
Xinghan, don't look for me, you can't find me.
Xinghan, next time you enter my dream, please stop crying, okay?
Intention: Since you can't choose your origin, how can you bear the shackles of your origin?