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In the middle of this city stands a balsam camphor tree

By Frankie C RederPublished 4 years ago 3 min read

In the middle of this city stands a balsam camphor tree, close to a thousand years old, which was hung by the public with the sign of a famous ancient tree. The tree was tied with countless red ropes praying for a good marriage, because I do not know when the rumor that the old tree is tainted with immortal energy, can protect the marriage. There have been many people to the tree tied the red rope, but may not be sincere belief in this statement, mostly just to find a fun, or to seek a peace of mind. But they do not know is that the tree really has a tree fairy, attached to the ancient tree body, has been practicing in this world for a thousand years. That is a gentle nature of the tree immortal, born handsome and elegant, but unfortunately mortals have no chance to see his appearance, because the tree immortal is still only a casual immortal not formally admitted to the immortal, can not show his true body in front of mortals. For the city, he is transparent, daily just hidden in the lush canopy, quietly watching the sun rise and set, the moon is full and the moon is short. Occasionally he would think back to a thousand years ago, when he had just transformed into a spirit. At that time, the local custom is still followed, which family if the birth of a daughter, it will be planted in the courtyard of a camphor tree, to be later when the daughter grows up to get married, the tree has become a material, can be felled into a dowry box with. The body of the tree fairy, a balsam camphor seedling, is accompanied by a newborn baby girl's cries planted in the courtyard of a family. As the only grass in the courtyard with a spiritual nature, at that time he just gathered his spiritual awareness, scattered wisdom is not much clearer than the baby girl only babbling, but in the midst of the chaos, he still had a vague thought. I am here because of her. This thought then became part of him, like the sun and rain that a tree needs to grow. Several years passed, the sapling drew up and gradually filled up with spiritual awareness and took on a human form, becoming a child. This is his initial form, not even a loose immortal, at best, can only be considered a small tree demon. Of course, the mortals walking in the courtyard can not see him, on the one hand, because he is not enough cultivation to reveal the entity, on the other hand, because the souls of these mortals are too dirty, can not see the convergence of various spiritual energy between heaven and earth. Except for the little girl whose face and hands and feet are chubby. Perhaps because he grew up here and she has a difficult bond, and perhaps because at this time her mind is still pure and transparent, can be connected with the spirit, in short, the little tree demon in the first glance with her, know that the other side can see themselves. And the little tree demon is still in a daze, the little girl has come to the front, reaching out to grab his arm, grinning. *** Later people often see the little girl alone by the camphor tree, or clapping and laughing, or singing in a milk voice, and sometimes running and jumping happily, like doing some fun game. Adults only think she is a child playing with their own, no one knows that it is two children playing happily together, even if a person and a demon interval between the clan, but the innocent friendship between children is inseparable. She even gave him a name, calling him "A Zhang". He was happy to accept it, and every time he heard someone whispering "Azhang" under the tree, he would gladly leap down from the canopy to see his only friend in his life. When the girl grew up to a certain age, her family hired a teacher for her, and she packed up her playfulness and sat under the tree to recite the classics whenever she was free.

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