I, the spiritual priest, have never thought about why I was betrayed by humans. My old friends left one by one. When can we meet again?
It's me who teaches you how to cultivate immortality, and it's me who runs around day and night to protect your plane; but you put the demon chain through my limbs, and you want to break my body because of the slightest temptation. Why? Why? Why?
But I can't help but want to pity. Can we understand preciousness only by losing it? I am not a god, but I also have things that I want to protect, and I will do my best for them.
You all say that I have an exquisite heart with seven orifices, and that I am an expert at arranging troops, but I only wish to lead the way with my own life, and do not seek to live in the world with my own life. I only hope that half a day after the victory, I will sit on the performance stage in Jiuzi Mountain and watch the sunrise and sunset, and then walk in the red maple forest of Yandu Mountain, and then offer a pot of peach blossom stuffing under the peach tree, and taste the sweet-scented osmanthus cake when the Haiyan River is clear.
Bother.
Concept: Every creature has its own story