My nape slightly burned the moment I stepped into the underworld. Of the three seals Yanwang gave me, one had disappeared. This meant that one of the three lifetimes Moxi promised me had also come to an end.
After returning to the underworld, I did not like walking alone along the Wangchuan anymore. What was the point, when I would be by myself anyway? Each day, I leaned against the stone while waiting for Moxi to come once more through the door of reincarnation so that I could leave with him to earth.
Time tended to fly in the underworld. It only occurred to me that four decades had passed by on earth when I by chance met someone whom I considered somewhat of an acquaintance again.
I grinned at him. He, too, recognized me and was stunned for some time. It took him quite a while to recollect himself. âYou?â
âReverend, itâs been a while. You havenât aged at all.â
He took little notice of my teasing and frowned. âWhy havenât you reincarnated?â
âIâm waiting for someone.â
I said what I said very casually, but it took him by surprise. He sighed after a period of silence: âIt was I who caused you two to be worlds apartâŚâ
I waved my hands and was about to say that it had all been the work of fate when he went on: âYouâve spent your whole life waiting in hell for him while heâs spent his entire life mourning for you on earth. I was wrong to have robbed the two of you of your happiness.â He paused, as if he was thinking of something, and then firmly declared: âWhat goes around comes around. Since I owe the two of you in this lifetime, I shall without fail repay you in the next.â
âThereâs no need, really,â I swiftly told him. âThis is between Moxi and me, and we wouldnât want to drag outsiders into it.â
He flapped his sleeves, shook his head sighingly, and went on his way.
I believed it was unavoidable for those who lived too long to have the bad habit of using their own viewpoint to try and speculate or determine someone elseâs mind.
No matter how accomplished he was as a priest in this life, one bowl of Old Mengâs soup, one step across the Naihe Bridge, and one jump down the reincarnation well would completely wipe his past existence clean.
The next life would never make up for the lastâs mistakes.
After the Imperial Reverend reincarnated, I wondered if perhaps Moxi was also coming to the underworld. Each day, I gazed into the Wangchuan and groomed myself until I was so clean that I almost seemed out of place in the dreary underworld. In my free time, I sat by the stone to learn the humansâ ways. I picked up a stick and traced some circles on the ground, whispering: âMoxi, come down quickly, come down quickly.â
My sincerity mustâve finally moved the heavens. That day as I finished dressing myself and struck a pose on the stone, I saw Moxi stomping on the amaryllises along the Yellow Springs as he made his way to me, looking rather furious.
Oh, he was furious all right.
I was still rather confused by the time a ball of searing flame hit my feet. Startled, I quickly hopped away to dodge it.
The surrounding imps and spirits that had been watching immediately scuttled away at the sight of fire.
Not knowing what was going on, I looked over to Moxi. He was looking just as he did the first time I saw him â his presence ever heavenly.
But this heavenly creature was fuming for no reason, and it was giving me quite a befuddlement.
I felt a little aggrieved. Iâd waited so long for him to come. Weâd only met and hadnât even said a thing before he already started to attack me. I was really hurt by this!
He neared and reached for my wrist. I protected my vital portal and ducked to the side, barely avoiding his clutch.
He scoffed: âSo youâve learned how to dodge and how to be afraid now. Why arenât you letting me catch you? Why arenât you letting me burn you? Have you realized that your life doesnât come so easily and now you cannot bear to lose it?â
I pondered over the meaning behind his words. âMoxi, are you mad at me?â
âMad?â He scoffed. âWhy would I be? You protected me, sacrificed your life to shield me, and intercepted my tribulation for me. I can never thank you enough, how would I dare to be mad at you?â
I opened my mouth to say I didnât know why he was so angry, and then to poke at his facade that his words and deeds did not line up. But seeing the fury scowling between his eyebrows, I shut up and swallowed it down, the feeling of grievance rising higher.
Seeing my aggrieved look and misty eyes, his face hardened as he rigidly said, âYouâre not allowed to cry.â
I kept looking at him with those same watery eyes.
The veins on his forehead twitched. In the end, he let out a heavy sigh. âNever mind.â His eyes softened, and then he patted my head and gave me a helpless smile. âI was really the one at fault.â Almost instantly, his expression darkened again. âWhy has the scent of darkness in you gotten so much stronger?â
I hid my face sheepishly. âSince I thought you would soon be here, Iâd been using the water in the stream to wash myself every day. Do you like the way I look?â
Moxi fell silent for a long while.
âI tidy things up every day,â I said, âwhile waiting for you to come down here. Moxi, when will you reincarnate so I can go with you?â
He frowned. âGo with me?â
âOf course.â
He flipped his wrist as a golden seal struck me. âYou are not allowed to leave the underworld for fifty years.â
Dismayed, I asked, âWhy?! Didnât you say you would promise me three lifetimes in the human world?â
âYes. All Iâm asking is that you come in another fifty years.â
âBut you also promised to let me seduce you.â
âYou can come seduce me in fifty years.â
âBut youâll be a dying old man by then. By the time I find you, we wonât have much time left to spend together!â
âDonât come to look for me, then.â
When he finished his words, he strode to the Naihe Bridge. I was so angry that I grabbed a handful of mud and slung it straight at the back of his head.
He stood with his back against me, hence I didnât know what kind of expression was on his face. I only saw Old Meng suddenly kneeling down and kowtowing deeply as she pleaded: âHave mercy, Mâlord.â
Only then did I remember that the soil in the underworld had been trampled on by innumerable ghosts and spirits. It was the filthiest thing in the three realms. My slinging mud at his head, for a god from Heaven, was a grave insult.
He glanced sideway, his voice a little stoic: âI donât want you to become my tribulation again.â
What a strange thing to say. For a moment, I did not understand. I only watched him drink Old Mengâs soup without once looking back. Then he entered reincarnation and was gone.
He mustâve thought I was too meddlesome and thus did not want me to go with him. This thought made me so sad that I rammed headlong into the stone crying my eyes out.
If it were someone else who had bullied me, I wouldâve returned the favor tenfold. But it was Moxi who had bullied me⌠it was Moxi so I could only let myself be bullied. I not only couldnât win against him, I couldnât even let him go.
I didnât know how long I had cried by the time someone called out to me from outside the stone: âMiss Sansheng. Oh no, my dear Madam Sansheng, donât cry, donât cry anymore.â
I poked my head out from the stone and looked at my visitor with swollen eyes. âJia, what is it?â
Jia rubbed his temple, then shook his head and said, âFor the past few days, the tears pouring from your stone has made the water in the Wangchuan rise a few meters higher. Itâs astonishing for a stone to be weeping this much. The souls crossing the Naihe Bridge have all been scared away. Yanwang especially bid me to come by your place so we can help you think things through.â
I nodded, then followed Jia to Yanwangâs palace in utter anguish.
Despite looking lean, the incumbent Yanwang was quite a glutton. When I saw him, he was in fact gnawing happily on a trotter.
I nodded a hello to him: âYanwang.â
âOh, Sanshengâs here.â He waved his hand. At once, the imp by his side brought a ham hock over to me. It was so greasy that I felt nauseated. I waved my hand and let the imp step down.
Yanwang took a look at me and said, âI heard that youâve been nursing a heartbreak over Lord Moxi these past few days.â
Upon hearing Moxiâs name, my nose stung and my eyes began to well up again.
âNo, no, donât!â he sputtered in an effort to stop me. âToday Iâve called for you so that we can solve this knot of yours. If you keep on crying, Iâm afraid the Wangchuan is going to flood.â
âSansheng,â he was saying as he wiped his mouth, âdo you know which three tribulations Lord Moxi is to undergo in the lower realm?â
I shook my head.
âTo part though he is in love, to meet though there is enmity, and to seek what he cannot have. These are three of the eight tribulations in Buddhism. In his last lifetime, he had had to separate from his love. In Siming Xingjunâs