I am a monster, born in the snowy December, on the top of the floating mountains.I don't remember what year, seven hundred years ago, a thousand years ago, maybe earlier.When I was not an adult, every midwinter and midsummer, there were always human beings of different ages and ages, with their own thoughts, or alone, or with their families, and climbed the Fulong Mountain, which is connected to the sky, day and night.The sweat of piety is in my eyes; The screams of falling cliffs are all in my ears.Standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking the lucky ones prostrate at my feet, I accepted their worship with peace of mind, and let them tremble with their hands and hang the five-colored brocade threads on my body.There are as many wishes as there are Nishiki threads.These people, who regard me as God, stubbornly think that I can give all the protection they desire.For thousands of years, they did not care that this was a mountain without a road, ignored the white bones under the deep valley at the foot of the mountain, ignored the poisonous thorns on the cliffs, and willingly showed their infinite devotion to me with their own lives.But I'm not a god and can't fulfill any of their wishes.The seven-colored halo on my body is just to attract ignorant birds and beasts in the dark night for me to feed my stomach, but it is falsely recognized as a miracle of Buddha's light that blesses the world.It's a great misunderstanding, it's really a sin.However, it is not my sin, it is just the bad habit of human wishful thinking and partiality.So, I'm too lazy to clarify.Being a monster and being worshipped like a god is a feeling that I don't reject, and I like it a little.In addition, looking at completely different faces and listening to strange prayers is more conducive to passing my boring time than facing rocks and flowers that cannot speak or move all day long.Yes, my time is boring and my life is lonely.Fulong Mountain is my whole world, except here, I can't go anywhere, hundreds of years like looking at the same scenery day in and day, sunrise and sunset, wind and wind, flowers bloom and fall, no day is special.Whenever I see satisfied humans leave, I always imagine that one day I can leave with the same brisk steps as them.The world down the mountain is what I've always longed for.However, I can't get out of here, not an inch.Because, I'm a dryad.My life is entrenched under the hard earth and rocks, expanding and growing day after day, year after year, and growing exceptionally well.I knew very well in my heart that without the soil, the tree would only have a fate.To live, there can be no freedom.This is the fate of being a dryad, a little ridiculous, a little cruel.However, I've gotten used to these kinds of motionless days.Compared to those of my kind who hide in obscure corners, I can probably say that I am lucky.Because I carry the aura of "God" on my back, thanks to it, I can finally have some false pleasures, some unrealistic fantasies.Thankfully, yes, in fact, it is not impossible to change this fate, as long as you cultivate into a human form, you can move freely from your true body.I knew this a long, long time ago.However, for me, this "solution" is equivalent to fantasy.With my superficial cultivation, I am afraid that I will not survive the day I become an adult, and I will turn into a handful of sand, and my form and spirit will disappear.There is no eternity for things that have life, and the same is true for goblins, whether it is a thousand years or ten thousand years, there will always be a day when they will die.As with the principle of human beings from birth to death, the only difference is that one is short and the other is long.There are no undead people, and there are no undead youkai.A dryad, but longing for freedom.The decadent days that are as quiet as the water, fantasy and despair coexist.However, when I held the helpless idea of dying in Fulong Mountain, my life of self-deception and deception ended without any warning on a hot summer night when he had just rescued a mother and son from under the cliff, and the immortal sat on the side of the mountain, terrified.However, they did not say half a word of thanks to their life-savers, not because they were so afraid that they forgot, but because they did not know who to say to them.He deliberately made himself invisible so that mortals could not see him.But I can, for sure.He leaned against me, bathed in the clear moonlight, and waited patiently for this group of worshippers to leave.No one has ever been so close to me except men and their prey, and I don't appreciate the humility of man when he begs, and the panic of his prey when he is caught.However, I like him.I like his uncompelling aura, cold and deep, but with soft warmth" From now on, it must not be like this. ”The people, when they all dispersed, said the first thing he said to me, calmly and calmly, without laughing or getting angry.Although I live a lonely life, I am not dull, and my subtle reproaches and warnings make me unhappy.Seven colors of light jumped out of my body, reflecting half of the mountain.The wind moves me, graceful, swaying, and eye-catching more than ever before.I did it on purpose.An unknown white bird fell into my trap unsuspectingly, standing among the beautiful foliage and singing softly.Silently, I moved one of the thousands of branches and leaves, approaching the prey of today.The birds are so enchanted by their beautiful songs that they don't smell the slightest sign of death.With a slight lift, it quickly wrapped itself around its fragile neck, and with a little more strength, the little thing would say goodbye to its proud singing forever.The prey flapped its wings, and a few white feathers fluttered lightly among the branches.Actually, I'm not hungry right now, I just want to tell the people in front of me that they wouldn't have lost their lives if they hadn't been ignorantly coveted for my charm.I have never forced anyone, whether it is a human being, a bird or a beast, everything is willing, how can they blame me.However, my silent retort was stopped by him.A drop of transparent water popped out from between his fingers and hit my "hand" that was holding the bird's life impartially.The feeling of soreness, numbness and slight pain spread to every vein in my body.I couldn't help but say no, I let go of my "hand".The birds that flipped to the sky became the first prey to leave alive."
Naughty little goblin."
He withdrew his gaze from where the birds were going, and walked slowly in front of me, the night wind stirring his moon-white robe, and the ribbon hanging from his waist danced in the wind, brushing my face, and it tickled."
The soul of injustice is endless, and if you sue the underworld, it will be a matter of time before you are taken."
Brushing aside a strand of long swarthy hair that had been blown to my eyes, he "reminded" me.Do you really think I'm lonely and unheard of for so many years, and I've heard countless crying.I know very well that in the world, there are a hundred times more unjust ghosts than the "unjust souls" buried in Fulong Mountain, and how much can the underworld manage, I need food, and I also need human worship.No food, empty stomach; Without worship, the heart is empty.How could a carefree immortal like him who came and went freely understand the mind of a dryad.Yes, he is a god, his body is not stained, and he is high above.As soon as I got closer, I had an insight into his unique identity.t1706231537: