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It's always Shen Wei, who cries first.

"The ancients say that it is better not to poke our noses into things that are outside of our control. Chief Zhao, tell me how different do you think dixingren are from us?"

"They feel pain, happiness, sadness, pleasure, just like us. Whether we are human, spirit, or dixingren, we have the same right to live."

"I don't care what you think of him! He may be Hei Pao Shi, he may be one-third ghost, one-third god, and one-third dixingren, but he is not immortal, and if you don't go help him, then I will!"

"You can't just go out like this!"

"You are forgetting one thing, Brother Ma Gui... In my time, I'm the Guardian. A group of ghosts are nothing for me!"

"Stone, not old, but already worn.
Water, not cold, but already frozen.
Body, not born, but already dead.
Soul, not burned, but already transformed." His voice echoes from nowhere, thousands of memories, green clothes, a black cat, a war of gods, two innocent ghost children, and him... the mountain and the god, him Kunlun..."

A retelling of the Guardian story, fusing the TV and the novel story together, with twists and turns and the best parts of both worlds.

The possibility of getting all of this back, even if it still doesn't mean anything more, even if it's only for a few months again, is intoxicating and takes his breath away.

Many times he had tried not to go back, telling himself that he had already satisfied all his sexual curiosities, that he did not depend on it. That he would not become a slave to it as once - he now realized - he had been a slave to the hunger. And 'staying' implied permanence. He had no intention of staying there, in the human world, with that person, or even alone. He also had not, before, possessed any intention of anything other than 'knowing what sex felt like', just once, just enough to try to understand types of emotions that he seemed incapable of, but that his brother possessed. Just enough to disturb a little of the spiritual peace of that man, who perhaps had failed to be a monk - or perhaps never had tried.