I am a monster, born in December of snow all over the sky, on the top of Fulong Mountain.

Which year I don’t remember, seven hundred years ago?! a thousand years ago?! maybe earlier.

When I was not a human being, every two seasons of mid-winter and summer, there were always humans with different colors and ages, with their own thoughts, they came and went alone, or brought their families with their families, and climbed the Fulong Mountain that was connected with the sky day and night.

The pious sweat enters my eyes; the screams fall from the cliff enter my ears.

Standing on the mountain, looking down at the lucky ones crawling at my feet, I accepted their worship with peace of mind, letting them tremble with their hands, hanging five-colored brocade lines on my body.

There are as many wishes as you wish.

These people regard me as God and stubbornly think that I can give all the blessings they desire. For thousands of years, they have not cared about this mountain without a road, ignored the bones under the deep valley at the foot of the mountain, ignored the poisonous thorns all over the cliffs, and were willing to show their infinite piety - piety to me with their lives.

But I am not God and cannot fulfill any of their wishes.

The seven-color halo on my body is just to attract ignorant birds and beasts to fill my stomach in the dark, but it is rumored to be regarded as a Buddhist miracle that blesses the world.

A huge misunderstanding is a sin.

However, it is not my sin, it is just a bad habit of human beings of willingness and partiality.

So, I was too lazy to clarify. As a monster, I was worshipped like a god. I didn't reject this feeling, and I also liked it a little. In addition, watching completely different faces and listening to all kinds of strange wishes is more conducive to passing my bored time than facing rocks, flowers and plants that cannot speak or move all day long.

Yes, my time is boring, my life is very lonely. Fulong Mountain is my entire world. Apart from this, I can't go anywhere. I have been watching the same scenery for hundreds of years, sunrise and sunset, wind rise and wind stop, flowers bloom and fall, and no day is special.

Whenever I watch the satisfied humans leave, I always fantasize that I will one day leave with brisk steps like them.

The world at the foot of the mountain is my longing forever.

However, I can't leave here, and it's impossible.

Because, I am a tree demon.

My life is mixed under the hard soil and rocks, expanding and thriving day after day, year after year, and growing extremely well. I know very well that without the soil, the trees will only have one end.

To live, you cannot have freedom.

This is the fate of being a tree demon, a bit ridiculous and a bit cruel.

However, I have gradually become accustomed to these unmoving days. Compared to those who are silently hiding in the inconspicuous corners, I may be said to be lucky. Because I carry the halo of "God", and thanks to it, I can finally have some hypocritical happiness and some unrealistic fantasies.

Thankfully, right?!

In fact, there is no way to change this fate. As long as you become a human, you can move freely from your true body. I knew this method very early and long ago. However, for me, this "method" is equivalent to fantasy. With my superficial cultivation, I am afraid that the day when I am a man will turn into a spoil of sand and soil, and both body and spirit will disappear. Things with life will not last forever, and the same will be true for fairies. Whether it is a thousand years or ten thousand years, there will always be a day of death. Just like the principle of human beings from birth to death, the only difference is one short and the other long.

There are no immortals, and there are no immortal monsters.

A tree demon, but longs for freedom.

A decadent day as quiet as water, fantasy and despair coexist.

However, when I was determined to die in Fulong Mountain, my life of deceiving myself and others ended without any warning on a hot summer night...

He had just rescued a fallen mother and son from the bottom of the cliff. The man who survived the disaster sat on the edge of the mountain, still in shock. However, they did not say thank you to their saviors, not because they were so scared that they forgot, but because they didn't know who they wanted to say to.

He deliberately hid his body, which mortals could not see.

But I can, clearly.

He leaned against me, bathed in the clear moonlight, and patiently waited for the departure of these worshippers.

Except for those people and prey, no one has ever been so close to me. I do not appreciate the humility of people when begging and the panic of prey when being arrested. However, I like him. I like his extraordinary aura, cold and deep, but soft and warmth...

"From now on, this will not be done."

The people finally dispersed, and he said the first thing to me, calm and calm, neither smiling nor angry.

Tree Demon 2

Although I live alone, I am not stupid. My obscure rebukes and warnings are unhappy.

The seven-colored light leaped out from my body layer by layer, reflecting half of the mountain tops. The wind moved me, swaying and graceful, swaying and graceful, and the eye-catching momentum was even better than ever before.

I did it on purpose.

An unknown white bird fell into my trap without any precautions, standing among the beautiful and transparent branches and leaves, singing gently.

Silently, I moved one of the thousands of branches and leaves, approaching today's prey.

The birds are only interested in intoxicating by their moving songs, and can't smell the scent of death.

With a gentle lift, he quickly put his fragile neck on. As long as he used some more strength, the little thing would always say goodbye to its proud singing.

The prey fluttered its wings, and a few white feathers scattered lightly among the branches.

Actually, I am not hungry now. I just want to tell the people in front of me that if they were not ignorantly greedy for my charm, they would not lose their lives. I have never forced anyone, whether it is human or bird or beast, everything is their willingness, so how can they blame me?

However, my silent rebuttal was stopped by him.

A drop of transparent water popped out from his fingers and hit me with impartiality the "hand" that grabbed the bird's life.

The numbness and slight pain spread throughout every leaf vein on my body.

I couldn't help but say no, I let go of my hand.

The bird that rushed to the sky became the first prey to be lucky enough to leave alive.

"A naughty little demon." He withdrew his gaze to see the birds and walked slowly to me. The night wind moved his moon-white robe, and the ribbon hanging around his waist danced with the wind, brushing across my face, and it turned out to be itchy.

"The unjust souls will continue to sue you. Once you sue me, it will be a matter of time to deal with you."

He pushed aside a strand of dark hair that was blown in front of him, and he "reminded" me.

Take me? Does he really think I am ignorant?!

Over the years, I have heard countless crying and complaints. I know very well that there are so many deadly ghosts in the world who are wronged by a hundred times more than the "unjust souls" buried in Fulong Mountain. How many can the underworld manage?!

I need food and human worship.

Without food, empty stomach; without worship, empty heart.

How could a free and carefree immortal like him understand the thoughts of a tree demon?

Yes, he is a god, without any dust, and is above.

As soon as he approached, I learned about his unique identity.

Because he is a god, it is his natural responsibility to always show his compassion for the people. However, "the people" never include fairies. This is the rule set by the righteous path of the upper realm for thousands of years.

I regretted the "like" he just now, and was thinking about what attitude he would treat a "bad" tree demon next, ruining my superficial practice, or to rectify the Dharma immediately?!

After all, as long as he is willing, he can destroy me without any effort, and can also add a reputation for eliminating demons for the people.

What will happen if I meet him today?

"I'm here, you can't do it."

A faint sentence cools my heart.

As expected, the monster was not qualified to refute the gods. Once it angered the other party, the only one who accompanied him was his own life.

The "sacred tree" on the top of Fulong Mountain is about to disappear.

Tree Demon 3

In a moment, from killing to being killed, the roles changed so quickly, beyond my imagination. The words and sentences such as "killing for life" and "evil will be rewarded" that I heard from humans jumped into my heart with gloating.

Although I am not satisfied with my life, I still miss my life. Being able to see, hear, and breathe is better than being ignorant and deadly silence of darkness.

I am not "bad" enough to sneer at death, so I am truly afraid, mixed with resentment towards him.

"Don't let me die too badly, a merciful god."

It was an angry word, it was the truth, the first and last words I said to him.

I was afraid, but I never bowed my head and begged.

There was a smile in his eyes, which was unfathomable.

Clear and lively waves of water swirled out from his slender fingers, and the scales of light flashed in them. They were layered in circles, layered, and slowly flowed into his palms, blooming into a colorless lotus.

On the side of the mountain, there is a lotus pond with green and red colors, which is the season of blooming. However, none of them is comparable to those in his hands.

People reflect flowers, flowers reflect people.

Even though I am in such a desperate situation, I still have to admit that this is the most beautiful scenery I have seen in my life.

A god is a god, and even a weapon to kill, it must be perfect.

No wonder humans worship them, no wonder so many people dream of being part of them.

"go."

He spread his hands and his lips moved slightly.

The most beautiful lotus in the world is rotating and flying towards me.

He finally took action.

I knew I couldn't escape, so I just made up my mind and looked directly at the "flowers" that were already hovering above my head, waiting for the end of my life.

The mantra that I couldn't understand was transmitted from his mouth to my ears, and it was repeated and disturbed my mind.

The lotus suddenly stopped rotating, emitted several thin and transparent white lights, and fell straight down and fell into my body.
To be continued...