Curse back: The group pet thought he was hated by everyone

We do not live on this land, in fact we live in time. Time pushes us forward or backward. The dead accidentally walk out of time and are fixed, leaving us to continue moving forward with the passage of time.

——Yu Hua "Shouting in the Drizzle"

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[Prison Gate] inside,

Before Tsukuyomi could react to what was happening, he was suddenly pulled into a space.

It's dark and narrow.

I can't feel the passage of time at all.

"I... fell into a trap again?"

Tsukuyomi was a little depressed and scared, so he could only keep comforting himself.

He always had some resistance to enclosed dark spaces, as if he had never walked out of that basement.

It was always raining outside the window, the bed beneath me was as cold as a piece of wet iron, and the footsteps above my head were like the sound of hammers that never stopped.

Between the anvil and the hammer,

He's rusting.

……

So Tsukuyomi closed his eyes tightly and waited quietly.

He had vaguely heard the sound before coming in.

He opened his mouth and tentatively called out a few names.

"Senior Diva! Senior Mingming, can you hear me? Uncle Leyan Temple!"

"Where is this place..."

No one responded.

Only a sigh came from afar,

——With deep fatigue and regret.

Tsukuyomi lowered his head, paying close attention to the inexplicable sound.

"who are you?"

Genshin didn't answer him directly.

The mountain of bones has been removed, so is there still any fear?

It's really... indescribably cute.

"Tsukuyomi-sama...it's been...a long time since we last met."

The Prison Gate was what he left behind after his death. It was a cursed tool that combined barrier techniques with part of his body. Obviously, there were other things left behind along with it, but it just happened that...

There is still a trace of regret here.

"I have always loved you deeply"—that voice suddenly appeared.

"what?"

Tsukuyomi didn't quite hear what was said and opened his eyes in a daze. The next second, he was wrapped in a gentle force and pulled up, leaving the small space.

It’s a very gentle power, warm and makes people so happy that they want to cry.

"who are you?"

Tsukuyomi's waist was rolled up and kept going upwards.

The higher you go, the brighter it gets.

The lingering sandalwood incense floats in the darkness, and the faint sound of wooden fish rings out.

The golden light flourishes.

But the man was stubborn and patient and repeated it again.

"Little monk..." The gentle voice paused, as if smiling helplessly, and then became serious again.

"I have always admired you..."

"Monk? Are you a monk? Um, um, um, sorry, did you recognize the wrong person?"

Tsukuyomi felt a bit awkward as he rested his hands on the light wrapped around his waist.

next moment,

"A monk? Can't a monk love you? Then I... would rather not be a monk."

The voice was funny, but less mysterious, and had a hint of indulgence.

Then, Tsukuyomi saw a figure walking out from among the thousands of skeletons.

Amidst the vast and lonely sea of corpses and people, a handsome monk emitting golden Buddha light walked out.

He clenched the rosary in his hand.

The long sleeves concealed the blue veins on the back of his hands.

step by step

Once again, I walked towards the boy in my memory.

"I've been looking for you for a long time, but I can't find you. My master said you're gone."

"I do not believe"

He calmly recounted the bitterness and despair of those years to the young man he loved.

But the current Tsukuyomi Tsukumi really couldn't understand it, but he could see and understand the great sadness in the eyes of the person in front of him.

It was a subtle sadness like the tide.

He suddenly felt sad.

"No... I'm sorry, did you recognize the wrong person?"

He explained softly, watching the tall, handsome monk walk two steps in front of him and stop.

"Admit your mistake?"

It would be better to say that this was a dream he had.

Beneath the eroded columns,

Between dreams and nothingness,

Your name and voice penetrate into my sleepless nights.

Genshin's eyes carefully traced the boy's eyebrows and eyes, as if he was looking at a treasure that had been lost and found again.

"You must be a good monk, right? Please, please, can you let me out? I..."

Tsukuyomi Tsukumi couldn't help but interrupt the other person's thoughts. It was not clear what the situation outside was. If he was trapped here, everyone would definitely worry about him.

"Jinmi"

Genshin called out his name softly.

"you"

Tsukuyomi almost thought he had misheard, and looked up suddenly in surprise.

"Don't you think... fate is really a cruel thing?"

Genshin spoke ramblingly, with a distressed look on his face.

The white-haired boy was stunned and blinked in disbelief.

How can the monk in front of me be young?

He is obviously in his twilight years!!!

He was a monk so old that his eyebrows and beard were all white, his face was covered with wrinkles, and his skinny knuckles stood out particularly compared to the jade-like rosary beads.

Tsukuyomi held his breath, somewhat confused and doubtful, but in the blink of an eye, the person in front of him no longer looked the same, but a handsome young monk.

There are many things he can't begin to talk about.

How can I describe it so that I don't feel so regretful?

[Gen Shin! Get down on your knees!!!]

The master is already very old, but he still worries about him.

"Why are you so reluctant to let go!!! You can already tell that person is clearly no longer here!"

【I do not believe. 】

The monk was already over thirty years old, with sharp eyebrows and dark, deep eyes that showed aloofness and indifference. He had a tall and slender figure, and even kneeling in the corridor, he still looked as elegant as ever.

[Genxin!!! Are you trying to piss me off to death?! I'm not telling you to give up, but to stop being so stubborn and persistent!]

He understands.

He has understood these principles since he was a child.

Everyone said that he was born with a Buddha's heart, that he could see through everything and gain enlightenment at once.

no.

His fists clenched,

Over the years, I have followed the boy to many places, doing charity and helping the weak.

That day during the Battle of Heian-kyō, he couldn't enter.

Wait until everything calms down,

The slander and ridicule came like a tide.

This made him almost unable to suppress his inner anger and resentment - those ungrateful ordinary people.

[Genxin! Do you know where you went wrong?!]

Another whip fell fiercely.

But he would just stubbornly repeat

I'm not wrong

What's wrong with him?

Those wavering hearts never gave his youth any relief for a moment!

To help all living beings,

Do you want him to help someone like this?!

“Master! You said people have already enshrined me on the altar, but the incense burning in the censer isn’t mine. Where can I find my faith?!”

“Your faith is Buddha!”

The master's words struck him like thunder.

Genshin knelt at the altar with his head bowed and remained silent, clutching the yellowed and deformed origami rabbit tightly under his layers of snow-white monk robes.

“Then I don’t believe in Buddhism anymore!”

The still young Buddhist growled.

"Gen Shin... you disappoint me so much..."

He was wrong.

He failed to live up to his master's expectations.

His heart was in turmoil.

No matter how much you do, how many places you visit, or how many people you help, it’s all in vain.

Such him,

How can I take responsibility?

"Monk?"

But the number of people who benefited from his kindness increased. He traveled through mountains and rivers to follow that person's footsteps, but never saw him again.

From youth to old age.

"Master, will you be traveling this year?"

The young boy was helping the old monk pack his bags. Logically, he was already a world-famous master, so he didn't need to make arrangements for long journeys, as the city lords along the way would receive him.

But each time he only took deserted paths and his return date was uncertain.

As his practice became more advanced,

Those obsessions are like clenched fists that never relax for a moment and cannot be forgotten.

Until later, he suddenly woke up and understood a corner of this small world.

His boy, his god,

It doesn't belong here.

He simply returned to the time where he belonged.

……

I know that's not my moon.

But there was a moment,

The moonlight did shine on me.

"You say... isn't fate cruel?"