In winter, the mountains were covered by heavy snow.
Snow fell hard on the twelfth lunar month of this year, and it didn’t stop all night. When the cocks crow, it often gradually fades with the sunshine. The sky had barely begun to light up at this point. Silver and white blanketed the sky and the lands between heaven and earth. Blue was scarcely visible on the ten-mile road, making everyone feel chilly. Looking up, the cloud and fog in front of the mountain rose quickly, and the jagged and steep cliff body that seemed like it had been sliced by a knife and ax was visible. As you ascended the covered steps, you’d see that the mountain paths were covered in snow, and deep or shallow bird and animal footprints can be occasionally found in the depths of the forest.
Halfway through, you won’t be able to find your way up the mountain. You’ll fall off the edge of the cliff if you’re not careful. Another scene awaited just above the mountain’s colossal summit. The entire mountain top was open, with great swaths of grass covering the ground, as if it were early spring. On the top, however, there was only one tree and it sprouted on the cliff’s edge. The tree’s crown was a thick pale green, and the tree’s branches and leaves reached almost to the edge of the cliff, dense and mottled.
A manor with an emerald wall and black tiles stood in the midst of the mountain’s summit. It appeared to be quite stylish. The roof’s smooth black golden glazed tiles are layered one on top of the other, with no residual snow between them. It was clear that the owner cleaned it meticulously. Although there were no five-stepped stairs on the first floor and ten-stepped stairs on the first Pavilion, it was exquisite, and the corners of the corridors meandered like a silk ribbon. Even the inner wall had carefully painted ink. Going around the manor, you will see a horizontal plaque painted with black ink and gold lacquer hanging high, with dragons flying and phoenix dancing. Written on it was Tianyunju.
The manor’s door creaked open, and a man dressed in black emerged. The figure who emerged was tall, with a harsher visage than the people of the Central Plains. He had the features of a foreign race, rugged and distinctive. A crown of black hair was tied behind him haphazardly, and when he opened his eyes, they were as dark as ink and were very deep.
An old servant dressed up as a steward came up and saluted the man respectfully, “Lord Yin, please bring the master back, the master only listens to you.”
The man nodded, “I will. Go and prepare some hot water first, when your master comes back, let him take a bath first to cool off.” After that, he walked straight forward. The old servant shook his head and turned to look at the door.
The grass on the top of the mountain was still moist at this time, despite the lack of leftover ice. The soles and toes of the man’s shoes were wet after only a short walk, yet they were not visible on his black boots. Soon after reaching the cliff’s edge, the man came to a halt under a large tree, as if he had seen something, and stated impatiently, “Damn old ghost, why are you standing here early in the morning? Didn’t you sleep for another night?”
On the top of the mountain, there was still some fog, and a man dressed in white with silver hair stood at the cliff’s edge, turned around as he heard the question. This individual has a set of slightly elevated phoenix eyes, his silver eyes were crystal clear, thin pink lips under the beautiful nose, but the top lip was slightly lifted, giving his immortal-like face some life. The man cocked his chin and snorted, “Who asked you to come, was it Ah Chen again?”
The man in black had a good temper, putting his hands behind his back, “If you weren’t making a fuss here, they wouldn’t ask me for help. How many people in the world can control you when you have such a temperament,” then he raised his eyebrows again.
“You can also leave now, no one will stop you.” He turned his head and moved underneath the tree without looking at the man in black, snorting coldly. He casually waved his sleeves, and after the dew under the tree had dried up, he sat down and pretended that the man was not to be there.
If the folks at the bottom of the mountain saw the two people standing and sitting, they would be completely taken aback. Who’d have thought that these two individuals who’d been stirring trouble were really the famous saints of righteousness and evil whom everyone in the martial arts adored. The storytellers did not exaggerate when they said they were saints. No more than 30 years, Marquis Yin, who was in black, built the Heavenly Demon Palace, proclaimed himself the master of the palace, subdued the most treacherous and vicious people in the world, and unified the devil’s way; Tianzun, who was dressed in white, established the Tianshan Sect. Countless talents from all over the world were excited to be a part of Tianshan, and all they wanted was for Tianzun to give them some advice.
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Seeing that Tianzun was having his temper again, Marquis Yin had no choice but to curl his mouth and sat next to him. Tianzun didn’t seem to notice, but just kept still along the cliff’s edge, looking out of the clouds and mist. After being silent for a while, Tianzun suddenly said, “Hey, can you see it?”
Marquis Yin was puzzled and looked at the edge of the cliff where the fog was rising, “What?”
Tianzun was still gazing at the clouds, and without looking back, he answered with a cold voice, “I don’t think a black-hearted person like you can see it, you let me ask for nothing.” After speaking, he leaned directly behind the tree and closed his pair of silver eyes. Marquis Yin listened endlessly without comprehending. Tianzun leaned against the back of the tree, raised his hand from time to time to waved off the snow that kept falling beside him.
Without knowing how long later, Marquis Yin saw that the sky was bright and the remaining snow around him turned into moisture. Tianzun suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Marquis Yin, “You go back. ”
“Aren’t you coming with me? These days you’re fascinated in boring yourself into the snow. If you’re sick at this age, Yutang would be frightened,” Marquis Yin replied, standing up and reaching for him. Tianzun gave a brief glimpse at the outstretched palm before lowering his head and closing his eyes once more.
He stretched out his hand and waited for a long time, but he still didn’t see the person getting up. There was nothing he could do about him, so Marquis Yin had no choice but to turn around and leave. He didn’t even take a few strides, when he heard the man behind him mumble, “It’s good to go, it’s good to go.” Marquis Yin was both irritated and felt funny. It had been 200 years, but this person’s personality had remained unchanged. He ignored it, and Marquis Yin returned to the manor, planning to persuade him later with a pot of pear blossom wine.
It was already dusk after resting in the manor for a bit and warming the wine on the stove. When Marquis Yin returned with the wine, he discovered Tianzun was still asleep with his eyes shut. He merely sighed inside, knowing he wouldn’t be able to bring him back. As he came closer, he noticed that Tianzun’s hair was full of droplets of water that appeared translucent against his silver hair. This old ghost didn’t seem to move all afternoon.
Marquis Yin put down the pot and shook Tianzun, “Wake up, why are you still asleep, you old ghost. I brought you wine to warm your body.”
Tianzun opened his eyes, but only halfway, and said softly, “I don’t drink.”
Seeing him still like this, no matter how good-tempered Marquis Yin was, he couldn’t take it anymore, “What are you being crazy again, It’s over if you say two words on weekdays. You’re not tired of making trouble all the time today!”
Looking straight at the angry man, Tianzun sat up, but Marquis Yin opened the lid of the wine pot in his hand and poured all the wine on the ground.
“You will never control me anymore in this life.”
Hearing this, Marquis Yin’s face changed, he grabbed Tianzun’s arm and threw the wine pot away, “You think I am willing to take care of you, if not—”
No, no! Marquis Yin suddenly stopped talking, and his hands instantly rose with great force. The expression of this old ghost was frightening. Even through the clothes, his hands felt piercingly cold, like a dying person.
For no reason, there was a panic in his heart, Marquis Yin leaned down and grabbed Tianzun’s shoulders with both hands, “Old ghost, what’s wrong with you—”
Before Marquis Yin finished speaking, Tianzun abruptly said, “You go, don’t stay here.” Looking at his constantly paling self in Marquis Yin’s eyes , Tianzun laughed, like melting snow, cold to people’s hearts,
“You can’t control me anymore, never will. ”
Marquis Yin was stupefied, as if the strings in his brain were jumping and buzzing. After regaining his senses, Marquis Yin immediately held Tianzun’s wrist and found that the inside was empty and there was no real qi. He clenched his thin wrist, Marquis Yin’s eyes turned red as blood, “Who allowed you to die, who allowed you! ”
Tianzun didn’t seem to feel the pain, and smiled stupidly, “Forget it, you can’t save me.” After that, he blinked, then closed his eyes tightly, leaning against the tree and fell asleep.
Marquis Yin desperately poured qi into Tianzun’s body, and shouted heart-breakingly, “Old ghost, don’t die! You hear me, don’t die!” His efforts time and time again, were like stone sinking into the sea.
Marquis Yin finally came to a halt and glanced absently at the guy who was already cold. He felt extremely ill, and his entire body was trembling. It’s not that he didn’t realize this person had a peculiar personality, but with such a light and airy sentence, even he was hesitant to meet him at his end, and suddenly too many things were crammed into his heart. He didn’t know what it was; it could have been wrath, resentment, reluctance, sadness, or a feeling…. of emptiness.
Marquis Yin suddenly grabbed Tianzun and cradled him in his arms. Tianzun was extremely thin, and he can feel his bones all over his body, but the thick dampness on his body weighs him down to the point where he can barely move. He had no idea that someone so light could simultaneously be so heavy.
He made a stride forward with his left foot, but something dropped to the ground behind him. When Marquis Yin turned to look at the guy in his arms, who appeared to be dreaming, he couldn’t help but froze again. He felt tight once more, yet he smiled bitterly. When will this person be completely honest with himself? Why didn’t this person tell him?
Marquis Yin returned to Tianyunju one step at a time. Uncle Chen was overjoyed when he saw the two return, saying, “Lord Yin, thank you very much. Otherwise, the master would not have agreed to return.” He immediately began to prepare hot water for the master to have a hot bath, but was halted by the words behind him.
“Your master is gone.” Marquis Yin looked at the person in his arms indifferently, and spit out a few words.
Looking at the old servant’s puzzled eyes, Marquis Yin suddenly smiled, “He is dead.” After that, he carried Tianzun and walked back to the inner room, ignoring the people behind him. They cried, made a fuss, but it had nothing to do with him.
It was late in the evening, the breeze was howling, and the wind on top of the mountain was so fierce that even his shadow was nearly blown away. Marquis Yin had no idea how windy and cold it was here in the winter. He bent his knees after a few steps, gathered up the thing lying calmly on the ground, and placed it in the palm of his hand. It’s bitterly cold. It’s no surprise that his body grew so cold after putting such items on it.
On the palm of the hand lies a cloud-patterned pendant. The smooth, warm Hetian white jade with a two-finger breadth had been caressed for a long time. A cursive handwritten word that seemed to be hibernating was inscribed between the cloud patterns in the middle. The first time that he went out, because he was interested, he went to the Empress Yu to ask for it, but he didn’t know where he stuffed it later on.
Marquis Yin stood at the cliff’s edge, holding the jade pendant. Although the skies were still black, there were already few stars visible in the darkness. Marquis Yin smiled as he gazed at it. The last snow fell this winter, however the man never returned.
Note
Tianshan – [tiān] sky ; heaven ; day, [shān] hill ; mountain
Tianyunju – house of clouds in the sky
Tianzun (referring to Taoism) supernatural beings; immortals, Heavenly Master
Hetian – [hé] gentle ; mild ; kind ; harmonious, [tián] field ; farmland ; cropland ; land
Yu – jade
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