I am the God of the world. I also have an older brother, his name is Chu.

We live in a shrine, in the reflection of the Netherworld, and I look down under the cherry blossom trees. My brother was drunk and lying under the cherry blossom tree, he was the gentlest person in the world, the cherry blossoms fell on his lips, and I squatted down to watch him distracted.

I am the god who is in charge of the cycle of life and death, at the end of the Netherworld, let the soul make its own choice of reincarnation, there are very few people who choose to turn into the sea, no matter how much they love someone in life, they dare not fall into the Netherworld Sea to suffer in order to preserve their memories after death. The world is always cold.

The people of the underworld never knew that we existed, and I only warned them through the stars that the world is ignorant and ignorant, and there is really no need to appear in front of them. But some souls who came back from the dead would tell what they saw and heard after death, and I became a mythical figure that people passed down by word of mouth—Meng Po. I hate the name, it seems like I'm old and ignorant.

My brother always likes to hold my face and say to me, "Separation is the best." "He took the dew from the cherry blossoms every day and combed my hair, and we sang and sang outside the temple.

I love my brother deeper than the Netherworld.

I thought that if we lived like this forever, immortality was another kind of happiness.

"Leave, I suddenly want to take a look at the world, you are waiting for me in the temple, and I will be back soon. "What is there to see in the world? Look at those who are ignorant?

Time in the divine realm was slow, and my brother came back a day later and told me what he had seen and heard. He said that people now live and work in peace and contentment, singing and dancing, and are no longer fighting and killing as before, and his eyes are oozing with joy.

Sure enough, the next day he left again.

I used my spiritual power to probe to know that my brother is not an ordinary traveler, he writes his soul into reincarnation, and is reincarnated like a mortal, he has no memory of God in every life, and he is a new life in every life.

I turned the Netherworld into a mirror, watching my brother's daily life, living and dying in the divine realm.

He seems to be in love with reincarnation, no one combs my hair anymore, no one sings with me, the temple slowly decays, and darkness envelops it. My brother clearly said that I was the best, but now it's not, reincarnation is the best.

"Brother, you can come back. "After the end of his life in every life, his soul will return to the Netherworld, and I call my brother to restore his memory and spiritual power, and restore his once gentle eyes.

"Leave, wait for me. He smiled and stepped into the cycle again.

My brother is gone, my thoughts are gone with him, he won't come back easily, I know how stubborn he is.

"What's so good about those who are ignorant, how many times have you been persecuted by them in your life?"

"Away, you don't understand, this is the joy of reincarnation. ”

Reincarnation is fun, my brother has never thought about it for me, a person's temple is too deserted, my tears fell to the ground, and there was a torrential rain that has not been seen in a hundred years in the mortal world.

"I'm your sister! You're a god! I'm not a mortal who can be reincarnated casually!"

God can't interfere with human life, and I can't care about this in order for my brother to come back.

Since my brother was often not around, I began to become extreme, and my spiritual power became more and more depressed, becoming a cloud of black qi, I separated it from my body, but it ran away to the mortal world, specializing in absorbing the suppressed desires of human beings, making people ghosts.

The ghost is my power, it waits in the corners of the world, absorbs the desires of the filthy people in the world, and extracts the power to become stronger, and when the power is strong enough, it will possess the body of the human body and cause disaster to the world. The power of darkness is so pure, ordinary people can't bear it, ghosts will only find people with strong enough spiritual power and full of depression in their hearts to possess them, so the scourge of ghosts is rare for thousands of years, and it is easy to appear in times of war.

On that day, as usual, I watched the reincarnation of my brother in the Nether Sea, who became a demon slayer because of his extraordinary spiritual powers, and was loved by the people. His face has not changed, it is still the most beautiful face in the world, and he still loves black clothes like in the divine realm, but the tenderness in the corners of his eyes is not for me, but for the common people.

I was originally dressed in red, but after my brother left, I dyed my clothes black, as if to comfort myself that my brother's color was still around. I'm not a qualified god, no one says that God has to have mercy on all beings, I only love my brother, if I have to use extreme means to get my brother back, I can ruin the world, although I really want to, but my brother will be unhappy, I don't want to see him frown.

At first, I couldn't control the power of the ghost, so I had to let it be a disaster for the world, and my brother in this life destroyed the ghost with his excellent spiritual power and became a hero in the eyes of the world, but the hero was not cared for in the twilight of time. The old brother wandered in the underworld, and was beaten to death for stealing food.

"No..."I looked at my old brother who had been beaten and hugged by everyone in the Netherworld, and looked up to the sky and cried bitterly.

The Netherworld Sea was as red as blood, and I watched as the soul of my dead brother returned to the cherry blossom forest again, and my empty eyes regained their former tenderness under my call.

"Brother..."I sat on the ground, pulling his robe: "Li'er, please don't reincarnate anymore, the world is so ruthless, it's not as happy as the divine realm." What's wrong with you and me relying on each other? When you come back, are we still as bad as before?" My tears dripped on my hands, cold, just like my brother's expression at this time.

"Separation, although we are gods, we must not be high, and it is actually not fun to understand the separation of mortal life and death. Although I was persecuted in my previous life, this is all due to human nature, and I naturally don't care about it, the world is the world after all. ”

"But... I hate them for doing this to you. ”

"God's greatest fear is darkness in his heart. Isn't this ghost born from your heart? Do you know how many people you have harmed?"

"I..."

"Away. My brother leaned over and picked me up: "There are some things that can only be understood when you enter reincarnation, and God is not omnipotent. The ghost is caused by you, and it must be solved by you. His slender fingers hooked the tip of my nose with the gentlest smile in the world. "Don't be so willful, I'll be back soon. ”

My brother put me on a throne in the temple and I entered the cycle of reincarnation again.

At first, I held on to the idea that my brother would come back, and I stayed under the cherry blossom tree every day, watching my brother in reincarnation love, hate, cry, and laugh. My brother is very fast, but his emotions seem to have nothing to do with me from the moment he steps into reincarnation.

I gradually understood that my brother would not come back, he was addicted to reincarnation, and his eyes were terrifyingly obsessed. As he regained his memory, his eyes gradually turned cold when he looked at me, and he only had an almost crazy desire for reincarnation. My brother has forgotten his duty as a god, and it is reincarnation that has ruined him, but I can't destroy samsara.

God can change the world and be changed by it.

How to make my brother reluctant to step into reincarnation, I am afraid that only if he experiences the most painful thing in reincarnation, will he completely die to reincarnation.

The days and nights of the divine realm were long, and I found the bones of my brother I and placed them in the seat that my brother liked, and in a trance my brother was back.

The elder brother in the sea mirror still repeats his life as a human being, year after year in the world, day by day in the divine realm, and the days seem to be endless.

When I fully grasped the power of ghosts, I also thought about how to play a good show for my brother.

Just because in this life, my brother is the crown prince of the underworld-Ximu.