The Sound of the Sky Is Endless O the Door Is Full of Dead Bones

The years of the Qingyin Sect were like the warm sun on the senior brother's back, the hard-spoken and soft-hearted guard of the second senior brother, and the fragrance of rouge on the fingertips of the third senior sister. We thought time would always be so gentle, until that catastrophe crushed all laughter. Nowadays, the mountain is full of dry bones, and I am the only one left, guarding this false sweetness, crying until my heart breaks in the memory. Mr. Tianyin was once the most popular figure in the world of cultivation. His singing could attract hundreds of birds to the phoenix and soothe inner demons. But now, that throat seemed to have been rubbed with sandpaper, leaving only the wheezing like a broken bellows. Day after day, he wandered among the withered graves all over the mountains and plains, holding a pot of turbid wine that had long since lost its smell, and always humming an unknown tune vaguely in his mouth. "Senior brother... Senior sister... I miss you so much..." No one knew who he was crying about, and no one knew why this mountain was full of graves. Until one day, a young swordsman who knew nothing about the world broke into this forbidden area and saw the madman talking to a small grave covered with grass. "Little Junior Sister, today is your birthday." The lunatic's voice trembled, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone, "I brought the wooden sword that Senior Brother carved for you. Second Senior Brother scolded you for being stupid, saying that girls danced with swords, but he went to the back mountain overnight to find the best cold iron... The rouge that Third Senior Sister left for you has not been opened yet..." The young swordsman couldn't help but step forward and asked: "Senior, whose cemetery is this?" "Here..." The madman smiled, but tears flowed into the corners of his dry mouth along the wrinkles, "This is the Qingyin Sect. This is my home."