Night fell.
Late at night, the underground city regained its peace after the grand harvest festival in the day.
In the breeze of the river bank, the swaying branches made a rustling sound.
The bonfire of the ceremony had been extinguished, and the moonlight of the three suns and the moon appeared on the sparkling water surface.
On the horizon of the giant tree, Eight-cloud Ink was sipping from a glass.
The lonely moonlight shone on his obsidian-like long hair and black robes, reflecting dazzling light.
He raised his head and looked at the silver moon in the dark blue night sky.
"The night in Box Court isn't any worse than the night in Fantasy Village …"
As she murmured, the silver moon in the night sky seemed to turn into the smiling face of her elder sister.
"… It's just that, as expected, I still prefer the moon in Fantasy Village."
Gently putting down the teacup, Eight-cloud Ink took out the zither and started playing.
"Who is it? Hanabata Kimura Mitsui?"
"I'm used to seeing the scenery, I'm used to seeing the scenery, I'm lonely, and I'm dyed red."
"The blue sky swims, the clouds move, the noble lady smiles, the smile on her face."
"Crash! Wind! Luck! Misfortune! Demonization! Rain! Descent!"
…
"It's a very nice song. What's the name?"
Jiao Liu appeared behind Yakumo at some point in time with a strange Guan Xi accent.
He first glanced at the back of Eight-cloud Ink, then quietly turned around and looked down at the Water Capital below.
Eight-cloud Ink gently pressed down on the strings of the zither and said faintly, "Yue Yue Yue, you can also call it Broken Moon …"
Jiao Liu walked to the opposite side of Eight-cloud Ink and sat down cross-legged.
"Black tea again? Are you going to drink tea instead of wine in this kind of scenery? "
"I don't like the taste of alcohol, so I won't drink."
Eight-cloud Ink gently poured a cup of black tea for Jiao Liu and raised her eyes slightly. "Are you here to participate in the Harvest Festival too? Speaking of which, it's always you guys who want to ask me about all sorts of things. I'm actually very interested in your past. "
"Aiya … You want to hear stories from the past? How many years ago was that …"
Jiao Liu's voice suddenly became hoarse.
Then, he spoke slowly, and Eight-cloud Ink listened quietly.
The matter of the seven adopted siblings challenging the King Yanluo to a battle.
They had stolen the Divine Metal from the Dragon King of the East Sea.
Capturing Prince Nezha and declaring war on the Jade Emperor.
There was also the central figure of the seven sworn siblings — the Monkey King, the Great Sage, Heaven's Equal.
He opened his eyes slightly and looked at the three suns and moons in the sky.
He had seen the moon hundreds and thousands of times, as well as the face that had emerged from the depths of his memory along with the moon.
Her beautiful blonde hair was like swaying ears of rice, and her cheerful smiling face seemed to inject life into the earth.
Even if he was crowned as the Demon King by the Heavenly Court, he still had to complain that he was a Great Sage and was an idiot who worked hard to advocate justice.
"Sister Wukong …"
"Earth's … half-star spirit?"
"Yes, Wukong Jie is Earth's Half-Star Spirit." Jiao Liu nodded, and his gaze fell, looking at the reflection of Long Yue in the cup and her face that emerged from the depths of his memory. He drank the cup in one breath.
Even the black tea made him a little drunk.
Half-Star Spirit referred to the highest level of spirits that were given a different mission from the Star Spirits.
They were born from the grace of the Star Spirits and became the Mountain Gods, Sea Gods, and Earth Gods that protected the land that gave birth to them and continued to grow.
The Ape God was also one of them. After thousands of years, they finally awakened as Star Spirits.
They were the candidates to become Star Spirits.
Eight-cloud Ink thought of the Great Sage, Heaven's Equal in the Fantasy Village and the God of Disobedience, Sun Wukong, who was arranged by Eight-cloud Ink to protect the Fantasy Village.
Compared to that, the Great Sage, Heaven's Equal in the box court seemed to be completely different.
"But Wukong Jie is different. Her story said that she was born from a celestial stone at the top of the Mountain of Flowers and Fruits, an active volcano. But this is a terrible misunderstanding. Wukong Jie was sent to the surface by the planet's crust along with the mudslide. Wukong Jie, who should have been born in the core of the planet, did not receive the knowledge and mission that should have been passed to her. "
Jiao Liu's voice carried a bit of sadness, "Wukong Jie could not become an immortal, could not become a god, and could not even be considered a monster …"
"Sky Emperor, Taoism, Immortal World, Buddhism. There was no one else in this place who made an enemy of so many Gods and Buddhas at once. In the end, she dragged out three of the thirteen Heavens and beat them up, and openly walked to that bastard Shakyamuni. She let go and did such an earth-shattering thing. If it was not for Elder Sister holding back the entire Taoism Sect … Hehe, our group would have definitely been killed at that time. "
A gloomy smile appeared on Jiao Liu's face. He then drank the black tea in one gulp. "Let's talk about you. My sworn brother always says that you are the one who can completely end those bastards' unrealistic ideas."
"… Bull Demon King really thinks highly of me."
Eight-cloud Ink shook her head.
"I never thought that I was anything great. I am just a little monster who did not suffer any setbacks under the care of my elders and reached this step. Speaking of which, it is really funny. When Bull Demon King said that the people of Buddhism were preparing to deal with me, the first thing I thought of was still to return to the place where I came from and find those family members who have been silently supporting me … "
"What's wrong with that?" Jiao Liu laughed, "At least you can find such a person, and I … under the banner of the Great Sage Fu Hai, I am the only one left who drifts with the tide."
Eight-cloud Ink looked at Jiao Liu in silence.
"Aren't you going to take a look?"
"En?"
With some doubts, Eight-cloud Ink looked in the direction that Jiao Liu was pointing at.
Under the moonlight, by the side of the big waterfall under the water tree, there was a lonely figure sitting there.
Black Rabbit.
Black Rabbit, with its ears drooping, looked at the night sky in confusion.
"When I came, I found out that although that aristocrat of the box court is said to be the family of Sakra, she is also a member of your community, right? It seems that the confrontation between Buddhism and your community has made her very confused. "
"Black Rabbit …" Eight-cloud Ink sighed, stood up, and patted her robe, "I will go and take a look."
⑧
Looking at the three suns and moons in a daze, Black Rabbit's eyes revealed a confusion that had not appeared since the community was defeated by the Demon King.
"What should I do … Madam Canary …"
Muttering in a low voice, Black Rabbit seemed to see Canary standing in front of her with a smile again.
"Black Rabbit?"
"…"
"Black Rabbit?"
"… Ah!! It's Madam Yakumo!? "
Black Rabbit jumped up in fright and turned around. After seeing that it was Eight-cloud Ink, she breathed a sigh of relief and patted her towering chest.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I, I …"
Gently patting Black Rabbit's head, Eight-cloud Ink sat beside her under the other party's stunned gaze.
"Are you confused about the matter of Buddhism?"
"… I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry? This matter has nothing to do with you at all."
"But …"
"Black Rabbit, there's no right or wrong in this matter. Whether it's from the standpoint of Buddhism or from our standpoint, both sides are right."
Eight-cloud Ink said slowly.
"Buddhism and the Asura Gods and Demons with them hope that this world will return to its original state, and we are protecting the rights of the people who are inferior in their eyes to live freely."
"Original … state?"
Black Rabbit tilted her head.
"Yes, the original state, the state before the multiverse and the heavens were born."
Although the Yue Rabbit Clan was a noble family of the Asura Gods and Demons, they didn't really know much about the ancient secrets.
Moreover, Eight-cloud Ink speculated that even among Buddhism, there should be existences that disagreed with their actions.
For example, Garan.
Eight-cloud Ink remembered the maxim that Jiao Liu once told him —
[The reign of the gods will eventually end, and the era of the rule of men will eventually come.]
[No matter how magnificent the history was, no matter how soul-stirring the deeds were.]
[The silent love and hatred, the silent home and country of the elephants.]
[Bit by bit, the irreversible decline and fall.]
[Every god and every person is a sacrifice under the wheels of the era.]
[Under the wheel of the Great Dao.]
[The dusk of the gods is coming.]
Quietly listening to Eight-cloud Ink's narration of the past, Black Rabbit's eyes became brighter and brighter.
"I see … Lord Yakumo, I understand. I'm sorry for making you worry."
"It's fine. You were not wrong from the beginning to the end. It was my negligence that made you so troubled."
Sitting beside Eight-cloud Ink, Black Rabbit stared at his beautiful face under the moonlight.
"Black Rabbit, let us handle this incident. You have sacrificed too much for the Community, so rest well this time. Moreover, this incident had nothing to do with you in the first place — their target has always been me alone."
"No."
Black Rabbit shook her head.
"Lord Yakumo, you are an indispensable strength of the community. I can't watch you take the risk alone. When the time comes … even if I have to give up the identity of Sakra's kin and the simulated Godhood, I will help you. "
"Black Rabbit …?"
Standing up, Black Rabbit showed a cheerful face.
"Don't worry about me, Lord Yakumo. I … am fine!"
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