I am dustless, fatherless and motherless, and I am a child that the abbot picked up at the gate of Fushan Temple. No one knows why I appeared at the gate of Fushan Temple, as if I appeared out of thin air.

A cinnabar mole as red as blood on the forehead, delicate and demon-like, young age, but not crying or laughing, as if it was a human form transformed by a monster in the forest.

The monks in the temple said that I was a symbol of bad luck, but the abbot insisted on taking me in, saying that I was related to Buddhism. Moreover, the abbot named me Wuchen, hoping that I would be free from the sea of earthly suffering.

I knew from a young age that I was different from the other children in the monastery. Nothing makes me happy and nothing makes me sad. But the abbot said, I have a wisdom root, and the world is naturally not in my eyes, but I think maybe it is not because of this, but no one has come to tell me what I should be like.

Later, the abbot passed away in old age, and before he died, he told me that he could let go of the obsession in his heart and attain perfection.

How can I have an obsession? I don't understand the abbot's purpose in saying this, I know he has this and I don't tell him. But I didn't want to know.

After the abbot passed away, I naturally became the new abbot. But there was always a feeling in my heart that told me that I shouldn't have done this.

But what should I do?

I grew up knowing that I was different from others. For example, what I have never told anyone about my abilities. I can see people or things far away and hear sounds thousands of miles away, but when I teleport to a place a hundred miles away, I won't get hurt easily, I won't get sick...... This is a god in the eyes of others, right? Or is it really as the spirit avatar that others say?

The older I get, the more capable I become, and even I realize that I may never grow old!

At the age of thirty, I still look almost exactly the same as I did when I was twenty. By the time I was fifty years old, my appearance had not changed, and the child who entered the monastery at about the same time as me has now become an old monk or an enlightened monk in the eyes of others...... However, I am still the same, and I have not changed.

Ever since I was thirty years old, I wore a hat to hide my appearance, and I began to travel.

I have also walked through the desert, to the grassland, to the south and the north, and almost all the mountains and rivers, time for me is just the process of opening and closing my eyes.

But I knew that it was time for "Dustless" to leave. I returned to Fushan Temple, appointed the next abbot, arranged my own "round death", and then left Fushan Temple alone.

After that, I stopped being a monk, grew my hair, and began to experience the lives of different people. I have been a traveling doctor and have saved countless people; He was an ordinary soldier and guarded the city gates; He even served as a great general and led troops into battle...... However, no matter what kind of person I became, I was always who I was, and I was always out of place with my surroundings, as if I was a superfluous person who shouldn't be in this place.

All along, I was alone. One person comes, and another goes.

Many, many years have passed, long years have passed, and I have forgotten the specific years, the concept of time, and there is no sorrow or joy.

When I was almost 300 years old, travel had no meaning to me. Because, I have walked through those lands I don't know how many times. I have experienced too many lives in the world, I have seen too many people and things, and the more I have experienced, the clearer I can see, but the more lonely I become.

I went back to Fushan Temple, back to where I started, again as a dust-free person.

However, I knew that the day had finally come, and the time had finally come to reveal my identity.

I started dreaming incessantly, and in each dream I would dream of the same person's hazy figure.

In each dream, she has a different identity and a different experience, but no matter where she is, what kind of situation she faces, she is always her, she never seems to know tired of working hard, I think, this must be a poor girl.

But she said it was because she was the queen! She can't throw in the towel! I don't understand why a woman would have such a bold idea.

Like an outsider, I watched her every experience, in the midst of blow after blow, I didn't know how to get up tired and move forward, even if my head was bleeding. However, she surprised people again and again, and each time she was able to turn things around in a difficult situation. I'm even starting to look forward to her next experience.

In the lonely dream, I began to be curious about this girl, from the initial indifference, to slowly pay attention to her every move.

Maybe it's because I'm so lonely, single for hundreds of years. I began to try to talk to her, tried to meet her in dreams, and finally developed different feelings for her!

I knew that I had fallen into a spell and fell in love with someone in my dreams, but I couldn't stay with her after seeing her meet and separate again and again.

The scene in the dream may be bizarre, something I have never seen before, or something that does not exist.

However, every time I wake up from a dream, I always feel like I have lost something important. If it could, how good would it not be a dream?

Liluo, the name that lingered in my mind, her figure became clearer and clearer, and I began to travel again to find Liluo's whereabouts. I believe that she may also exist in some corner of this world, and she is also dreaming the same dream as me.

I don't know who Riroku really is, and I don't know where she is? However, a voice in my heart told me that she was important to me, that I should find her, and that I could find her.

I found more and more traces of pear fall in this world, perhaps, there are traces of me in it, I know that the world in my dream may be real, that is what I have really experienced.

I began to speculate that the reason why God brought me to this world may be to find the figure of Liluo.

I began to believe that every dream seemed to be my obsession with Liluo!

Fushan Temple, where it all began, the place where I saw the pear for the first time, it turned out that God really had his own arrangement.

The pear blossom jade pendant is something left behind by the pear fall. People in the world always say that pear blossoms are ominous, implying separation. However, Liluo loves pear blossoms, just like the pear blossom forest she once planted with her own hands.

It was the female doll who finally unlocked the secret of Pear Blossom Jade Pendant and told the whereabouts of Pear Fall, it turned out that Pear Fall had left here and returned to her original place.

I have a hunch that I'm going to leave too, to find her in the world of Pearlo.

By the way, in this world, I may still have a name, Jing Wuchen.