"If you're really going to get married in the future, promise me never to hold the wedding at midnight in early winter!" Jiu Jue stood on the top of Fulong Mountain, exhaling and rubbing his hands, and said seriously.
It's still early morning now, so I asked Jiu Jue to bring me to the mountaintop.
The main force is the blasting piercing mountain wind in this familiar place that is like a part of my body. Looking at the scenery under my feet and the distant sea of clouds, my thoughts are clean and peaceful, like a lake without ripples.
I'm constantly running around and forgot what a sense of belonging is. Until I came back here.
In the cave where I once lived with Zimiao, the Colorless flower is still in its old place, its branches and leaves gently swaying, unchanged. I ran my fingers over the thirty scratch marks on the stone wall outside the cave.
I had carved those marks on the stone wall by my own hands, my way of recording time.
After turning into a human and coming to this world, I spent the first thirty years here. At that time, there was warm sunlight, changing seasons, my happy laughter, and Zimiao's gentle figure here. Of course, there was also Ao Chi's constant companionship.
The peach blossoms are still there, but the people are completely different.
My loneliness as a tree ended here, and my loneliness as Shaluo began here again.
Is this what they call a cycle?
"Your expression doesn't look like you're attending a wedding, but a funeral," Jiu Jue chuckled behind me. "I know you; you're not a pessimistic person. Has the change in your appearance changed your temperament as well?"
I didn't bicker with him and only said, "Just leave me here, you don't have to go with me tonight."
I indirectly tampered with the meal we had before we left. Jiu Jue was the one who took action, adding something conducive to sleep in the food of Cangtong Kai and the others.
If something bad does happen, I hope it will only affect me.
Jiu Jue remained silent, turned around, walked to the highest point of the mountaintop, and stretched lazily. He didn't agree or disagree, just glanced at his watch and said, "It's almost ten o'clock, why is the sky still as dark as before dawn?"
"It's already ten o'clock?" I thought it was still early.
The sea of clouds that I have watched for thousands of years, without the sunlight, each layer looked like the surface of the sea at night, rolling with black and white intertwined waves. The silent sound of wind and the dim murky light all around clearly misled everyone's sense of time, reversing day and night.
Why is it not dawn yet?
A solar eclipse? It can't last this long.
"This is very wrong," Jiu Jue muttered, then turned to me with a smile. "Little tree demon, about tonight; whether you agree or not, I have to come and drink your wedding wine."
The sound of the wind became strange. The sound of crying spiraled up from the foot of the mountain, getting louder and louder. Initially, it sounded like a child crying softly, then it turned into a chorus of wails, sending shivers down the spine of those who heard it.
Looking down at the foot of the mountain which is basically invisible, I suddenly said to Jiu Jue, "Do you know, many people died unjustly here in the past. They regarded me as a sacred tree that could fulfill their wishes, desperately climbing up to worship me, hoping I would grant them happiness. Lonely and bored, I was happy to be treated as a god by them, enjoying the feeling of being worshiped, while watching countless men and women, young and old, slip and fall while climbing."
"I know, Zimiao told me about it. That's also why he kept you by his side for cultivation. But you don't have to dwell on it. The number of people you've saved far exceeds those who died because of you," Jiu Jue said, patting my head.
We sat side by side on a large stone, my head resting on Jiu Jue's shoulder. The two of us looked at the scene in front of us, which was comparable to the end of the world, as if we were admiring the most beautiful scenery in the world.
The sky showed no signs of brightening, and the wind and darkness grew fiercer. The sand and stones on the mountaintop were blown in all directions, tumbling down the mountain one after another with crunching sounds, like countless people having their necks twisted and bones shattered into pieces.
The closer we got to the night, the stronger the smell of death became.
I took out the Death tarot card from my pocket, looked at it, and then put it back.
I always carry it with me.
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