Legend has it that after the Yuanping Rebellion in ancient times, a mage traveling west passed Koya Mountain and saw corpses lying everywhere, bones exposed, and felt pity for a moment.So they pieced together human bones and resurrected a girl with the magic of resurrection, calling her "Sheliji". I'm just a puppet forgotten by time, abandoned by my master in the dust behind me, that's all. I have forgotten how many years I have lived. I only remember that the frosty leaves that fall on Koya Mountain every autumn will accumulate a thick layer of red mud on the mountain.After counting thirty autumn leaves in this way, I can go down the mountain for another three years. This is my agreement with Master.Because of the resurrection technique, my body was permanently imprisoned at the age of fourteen.After going down the mountain, I still need to change my identity and dress frequently, and walk in different places.Master said, only in this way can I survive for a long time.

It turns out he was right.I have survived far longer than he who made me, so long that his name is almost forgotten, but I am still alive, in the form of a girl. Passing through the torii gate that looks like a tunnel of time and space, Ishijizo waited quietly in front of the mountain gate, counting the time flowing like water on the steps.Every time I go down the mountain, I feel like I have come to another time and space-the human world is changing faster and faster, and sometimes it even makes me unable to adapt.Fortunately, there is Koyasan where I can retreat when I feel exhausted, but those who live in the dunya don't know where they can escape when they are exhausted physically and mentally?

"Hi! Afeng, I'm late again this year!" A young man wearing a black jacket and beige trousers suddenly sprang out from the bushes by the side of the road, biting a bunch of glutinous rice balls, with a pair of dark almond eyes showing cynicism look. "Ah Kan, as I said, you are not allowed to steal food from the temple, or if you are caught by the abbot again, don't expect me to rescue you." Kan Goro is a three hundred and seventy-two-year-old civet cat monster.More than 200 years ago, I turned into smoke and wanted to steal food from the temple, but I didn't want to be caught by the abbot monk. It took me a lot of effort to make him escape the fate of being sealed.He has been my squire ever since. "Afeng" is the nickname he gave me, because he said that every time I go down the mountain, I wear the same orange-red kimono, just like the red leaves of the season all over the mountain.

"That... How long ago did it all happen? How can the bald monks in the mountains do anything about the current Kangoro?" Kangoro bit the ball and muttered vaguely, "Old rules, go down the mountain." I have already prepared the necessary identity, where to stay, and replacement clothes for you." "That's really hard work for you." I smiled secretly.It is not something to be particularly grateful for someone who has walked with you through the long years.But it's always nice to have someone who can take care of the messy stuff for you. Never get too attached to what you have.Just like what Master said - living is for meeting and parting.

And what I want to tell is just a series of stories about encounters and partings.