Having weathered so many storms, there's not much left that can frighten her.
"Beep beep..."
A sound came from the metal goggles, and images began to play automatically in front of her eyes; it seemed to be a video recording.
Jingle bells~
The ancient blue city walls and pink cherry blossoms caused Luo Qiushui a dull ache in her heart the moment she saw them.
She didn't want to watch anymore.
She placed her fingers on the blindfold; there were many things she didn't want to recall or know.
She's getting old, and soon she'll be joining Haitang in her old age. What's there to be reluctant about? She should just untie it quickly...
Just as she was about to remove the blindfold, Luo Qiushui paused, her arm freezing in mid-air.
Before her appeared the familiar Japanese-style mansion, the familiar green hillside, the familiar beautiful cherry blossom trees, the familiar courtyard, and a group of familiar people.
The Japanese style she hadn't seen in so long, the sounds she hadn't heard in so long—she stood there stunned, unsure of what to do.
Beneath the beautiful cherry blossom tree, petals drifted down slowly. Several shikigami were gathered there, and in front of them was a pile of shoveled soil with a brown box inside.
"What's this?"
A sweet voice asked.
Luo Qiushui's aged gaze fixed on the girl who had spoken.
She remembered that this shikigami was called... Autumn Grass? No, what kind of grass was it again?
With her memories hazy and indistinct, Luo Qiushui sighed deeply.
She has really gotten old.
Before me, the girl in the green dress was as energetic as I remembered, the white dandelion in her hand swaying incessantly.
"Mumm... I heard it can be used to travel through time and space to the future."
A wisp of smoke drifted by, coalescing into a human shape beneath the tree. Luo Qiushui was startled, a hint of lingering affection flashing in her eyes.
He's still as irreverent as ever.
I never thought I would see him again in my lifetime; this is probably the last time I will see him.
A gentle breeze blew by, carrying a sweet aroma that seemed to come from freshly baked pastries.
"It can transmit the future? What kind of event is this?" Entangled by a familiar golden dragon, the kind-hearted Wind God approached with grilled food.
"It's from a recent special holiday event. The guild master just sent Amanojaku over, but it seems it can't be delivered for very long, maybe only about a year."
The cold and aloof daughter appeared in the beautiful courtyard, and Luo Qiushui was stunned the moment she saw her.
Even after so long, she still felt the urge to cry when she saw her.
She ultimately failed to protect her...
"So what should we write? A blessing or something else?"
A burly figure appeared.
Big Fool is here too?
What day is it exactly?
Luo Qiushui was puzzled.
She seemed to have no memory of the scene in front of her. Had she forgotten it?
"Let's write this!"
Gui Gui was the first to pick up a pen, take out a piece of paper, and write something on it.
After he finished writing, the shikigami around him took the paper and read what he had written.
"It really is a blessing."
Jue curled her lips, her disdainful gaze seeming to say: These kids really have no creativity!
"Let's all write!"
The Snow Woman summoned everyone.
The two girls took the pen blankly and scribbled a few symbols on it.
...
Each shikigami picked up a pen and added a stroke to it. Finally, the box carrying the blessings was carefully buried in the ground, and everyone stood under the tree to pray.
"Happy New Year, Dad!"
The hair-eating demon said.
The fireworks were exceptionally beautiful that year, and the smiles of the shikigami were exceptionally radiant.
Their bodies were so close together, the distance between them seemed so short.
“My little ones…”
Luo Qiushui's voice was hoarse as she staggered toward them. Halfway there, she suddenly froze. This wasn't...
As the night faded, the smiling faces and fireworks vanished like a dream in her eyes.
What's this?
Luo Qiushui stood frozen on the ground, her heart filled with indescribable sorrow.
What is she longing for?
She's no longer a girl in her early twenties; now she's the backbone of a city, having long lost the freedom to dream.
Everything before my eyes was like a mirror, gradually shattering until its true nature was revealed.
"!"
Unable to resist looking up, a familiar scene came into view. Luo Qiushui was stunned and couldn't help but look down at herself.
Her long cotton dress, her clumsy yet comfortable old-fashioned shoes, and the wrinkled skin on the back of her hands remained unchanged.
She was still an old lady.
But the world has changed.
Opening her eyes to the world around her, Luo Qiushui was surprised to find that this was not a recording, but a real game world.
"How is that possible?" she asked herself.
The full-immersive version of the online game "Onmyoji" has been removed from the market for many years due to various issues, and it seems that all the data in it has been lost. Where did the granddaughter find it?
Ignoring the unease that suddenly rose in her heart, Luo Qiushui carefully observed the world.
The basic model of this world is still there, the scenes and data are still there, but the game system... has been removed, the database...
Seeing the data in front of her, Luo Qiushui suddenly realized that only her personal data remained here.
The data on Haitang and Shen Shiyang, and all the data she could think of, were gone.
With a heavy sigh, Luo Qiushui opened the data, but there was no change in front of her.
"Is it outdated...?"
We really shouldn't expect too much.
With her finger off the controller, Luo Qiushui walked shakily up the hillside toward the Yin-Yang Temple not far away.
Above the mountain gate, the three characters "Fuxi Mountain" stretched to the sky. Pushing open the door of the Yin-Yang Hall, there was no longer a shikigami waiting for her with a lamp lit in the dead of night.
Under the small hut tree, Luo Qiushui clumsily dug through the soil with her fingers, and the thick layers of soil were thrown away one by one, revealing the box inside.
Many years have passed, and the light on the box has faded. I never expected that they would give her such a special gift.
If her granddaughter hadn't accidentally discovered it these past few days, would she have ever known about this gift in her entire life?
With anticipation in my heart, my fingers trembled as I opened the box, only to find a single piece of paper inside.
"Um……"
Unfold this paper, and a thousand words converge in a single sentence written at the top—
[No matter how long it takes, no matter how the world changes, we will always love Dad. Even if one day we are no longer by Dad's side, Dad will always be happy~ Love, Gui Gui.]
"Idiot, the format is all wrong..."
Luo Qiushui felt a lump in her throat and burst into tears as she looked at the gift.
The long-awaited blessing traveled across the river of time, coming against the flow of time, until it reached her side at the very last moment of her life when she was about to decay.
Turning around, the former Yin-Yang Bureau has become corrupt, the laughter and joy in the mountains will never be heard again, and the scenes of people queuing up to duel in Heian-kyo are no more.
In the distance, Tianma Xingke's quarters stood quietly on the edge of the cliff, and at the foot of the mountain, a proud figure seemed poised to appear on the rock in front of the Yin-Yang Chamber at any moment.
Everything here is just as she remembers it, but those vibrant people are long gone.
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