Actually, I am not a creation of this world.

In the world I once lived in, a long time ago, the heavens and the earth were connected. Kunlun still lived on the earth. At that time, the heavens and the earth were vast and only God existed.

I am a creation of God. Since I have consciousness, I have been standing in the boundless black sea.

God was too lonely, so he created many Chang'e. However, the heavens and the earth were still very lonely. God then created humans on the earth. Since then, there was the human world.

I don't know what my name is. I only know that those Chang'e and humans called me "Tianzhu," the Tianzhu that connected the heavens and the earth.

Humans were ignorant. The Chang'e that lived on Kunlun with God came to the human world to teach humans. However, humans fell in love with Chang'e.

Then, God got angry and broke the Tianzhu.

God abandoned the human world without hesitation and also abandoned me.

When the Tianzhu broke, Kunlun left the earth. After I broke into pieces, I fell to the bottom of the sea.

Time eroded me. Without the recognition of God and the faith of humans, I was gradually forgotten. I became an ordinary stone at the bottom of the sea. Then, I became a small grain of sand.

There were many things at the bottom of the sea, but I was not interested in them. I sank to the bottom of the sea tiredly and waited for my death when my divine power was exhausted.

Until one day, a mermaid came to the land from the bottom of the sea. It wanted to fulfill a human's wish.

He picked up many shells, including the one in which I slept.

That was how I came to the land.

Later, I went to many places and met many people, ghosts, demons, spirits … and the cultivators of the human world. They held long swords and killed demons. They were called sword immortals.

Sometimes, I would disguise myself as an ordinary person and go to the teahouse to listen to stories. Sometimes, I would also disguise myself as a storyteller and tell stories.

I don't like good wine and food, nor do I like silk and jewelry. What I like the most are stories of the human world.

Many times, I would polish the stories about God, Chang'e, humans, and the Tianzhu. I would change the stories and tell them to the people who listened to the stories.

In the story, God was the god of the mountains and rivers. Chang'e was the goddess who served God. Humans were the faithful believers who received God's favor. Tianzhu was a dull servant created by God … After getting along with each other day and night, the believer fell in love with the goddess. The goddess was emotionless, but she pitied the believer.

The gods were angry and punished the believers. In the end, the believers rebelled against the gods. Some goddesses were also unwilling to follow the gods. In the anger of the gods, they abandoned everything and returned to the Heavenly Court, far away from the mountains and rivers.

They were amazed by the power of the gods to summon the wind and rain, admiring the graceful posture of the goddesses, and lamenting the insignificance and powerlessness of the believers. Some of the listeners were fascinated by the place where the gods lived. They did everything they could to know what the trees of pearls and jade, the trees of red jade where deer and cranes lived, looked like. They also wanted to know if there was an immortal tree planted in the back garden of the gods.

Human beings are strange creatures.

They had feelings for each other, and such a story was enough to make them feel intoxicated and lost in it.

They were also emotionless, because in less than half a day, they would forget the story that had touched their joys and sorrows.

I became a haggard storyteller and traveled around the world. Every time I stopped at a place, I would tell the story. Then, I would sit behind the curtain and listen to their sighs and sighs. I would watch them leave after a short stay.

Until one day, I heard a child's tender voice ask,

"What happened to the dull servant in the end?"

I was stunned.

I had been telling stories for many years, and I was used to hearing a lot of questions from the storytellers after the story was over. But what they wanted to know was whether the Goddess was with the believers in the end, whether the God had punished the believers in the end, whether the Tree of Immortality really existed, and what kind of heavenly craftsmanship those beautiful divine objects were …

It was the first time that someone wanted to know the ending of the servant.

There was a burst of laughter in the teahouse. Someone said, "He was just a servant with no sense of existence. How could there be an ending?"

Yes, he was just a servant. How could there be an ending?

I smiled, packed up my things, and slowly walked out of the teahouse.

After that, I told stories in the human world for another three years. No one asked such a silly question again.

Two thousand four hundred and seventy-two calamities in the Underworld calendar, the year of Zhuo Zhuo?

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Day, once in three hundred years, a strong wind blew in the Yellow Springs. An arhat rode the wind and killed Meng Po.

I borrowed the arhat's east wind to come to the Yellow Springs and became an inconspicuous grain of sand in the Yellow Springs.

Perhaps it was a habit formed during my travels in the human world. When I met ghosts from the human world, I couldn't help but transform into an old man sitting by the roadside and resting. If ghosts passed by and stopped to rest, I would tell them the story.

One day, after I finished telling the story, I heard that voice again. It was no longer as tender and light as before. It was more steady and tired after being polished by time. That voice asked,

"What happened to the dull servant in the end?"

It was the exact same question.

In an instant, the wind and dust dispersed, and the fog and clouds disappeared.

I suddenly understood why I had been obsessed with being a storyteller all these years. Yet, I always told the same story.

I had traveled through the bustling human world and came to the lonely Yellow Springs. I had waited for so many years. It turned out that one day, I would hear a person ask after hearing the story.