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The phoenix led tens of thousands of birds as they flew over from the end of the horizon. Behind them, clouds akin to a sea of fire billowed as they swept by Chang’an. A golden winged roc perched on top of Xingqing Palace, its pupils reflecting the common people of the bustling Divine Land. Within the silence, dynasties rise and fall, while tides ebb and flow.
Li Jinglong slowly dragged his body riddled with wounds, releasing a resplendent light from his hand as he kept approaching Hong Jun.
“The living… are passing travelers…”
His low voice resounded through the world, and within an instant, the black fog that enveloped the earth receded before the light.
“The dead… return home without turning back.”
That light is the blazing sun that illuminates the world, stars that twinkle in the night sky, an eternal heart lamp that pierces through the darkness.
“The world…is a temporary inn. Since time immemorial, countless people have bewailed their short, bitter lives…”
Li Jinglong closed his eyes and pressed one hand against Hong Jun’s forehead. A white light diffused with a whoosh, covering the battlefield littered with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Within the shadow of that lamp, the debauchery in Pingkang, the parasol trees of the Exorcism Department bathing in the midsummer sun, the sand and swirling snow in the vast expanse beyond the Great Wall, Ah Tai’s clear singing voice, Mo Rigen and Lu Xu picking leaves in the early morning, Qiu Yongsi’s flying brush strokes that transforms into immortal poems in Li Bai’s cup–
A young nobleman of Chang’an strolled through its eastern downtown,
Riding a white horse with a silver saddle as he beamed.
While traversing through Chang’an, flowers kept falling, where on earth is he going?
Smiling, he enters a tavern where a foreign entertainer performs.
(Last four lines are from a poem written by Li Bai used to ridicule hedonistic sons from rich families for their extravagant lifestyles.)
A gong who has bad luck wherever he goes x a shou that can suck away the luck of the people around him
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To cross the Yellow River, the river is blocked by ice. To climb Taihang Mountain, the mountain is covered with snow.
The sky was boundless. The peak of Taihang Mountain was covered with snow all year round, as if it was one with the clouds in the sky. This was a place where ordinary birds could not reach. Only a few white falcons circled in the sky, facing the biting cold wind, and turned into several small black dots under the blue sky.
A giant bird with a bundle in its claw swept through the clouds, spreading its wings. Under the twilight, its wings reflected the flowing golden light. It swooped down and flew towards the clouds that shrouded the peak. After breaking through the clouds, in the middle of the Taihang Mountain surrounded by peaks, a magnificent palace complex appeared. The outer walls of the palace were dyed with a layer of red flame under the dusk.
The palace complex never accumulated snow all year round, and was filled with verdant Wutong trees. Under the brilliant sunlight, it was like midsummer. When the night breeze blew, the leaves of the Wutong trees rustled, projecting the afterglow of the sunset. It was as if a long and beautiful dream had opened up for the palace.
