Three Lives, Death Exists Not at the River of Oblivion

Epilogue: Death exists not

'Remove her heart!'

Yanwang solemnly wrote down these words.

For the first time in my existence, I was kneeling in Yanwang's palace and kowtowing to him.

In the human world, I had killed at least thousands of people and had thereby played havoc with the cycle of reincarnation. Having my heart removed was an already very lenient punishment. Yanwang had likely faced great pressure behind the scenes because of me.

Before I was sent to Purgatory to receive my punishment, the Black Guard of Impermanence sighed to me: "As a stone, it hasn't been easy for you to gain some cognizance but now you're going to have your heart removed... You'll still be a spiritual being, but how will you be any different from a rock that can move?"

"Don't I still have my brain?"

Black Impermanence continued to shake his head sighingly. Little Jia and Little Yi likewise carried a mournful expression on their faces. Only White Impermanence kept his everyday cold countenance: "Do you regret it?"

I knew what he was asking. Moxi should know by now that I'd returned to the underworld. He had now overcome his tribulations. As a god, if he were to plead for me, it was very possible I could avoid punishment. In the eyes of others, moreover, my being punished was mostly due to Moxi.

But he did nothing at all. He didn't even come to see me in the underworld.

I gave some thought, shook my head and answered, "I have no regrets."

"Why?"

I glanced back at the endless Yellow Springs. There, ghosts continued to descend, but all I saw were those glamorous yet lonely amaryllises on the roadside. Just like the day I first saw Moxi, sunlight from the land of the living was sprinkling over the ground, illuminating the flowers with its radiance.

"What a coincidence that I should see this scenery again. But what can I do?" I sighed and poked fun at myself: "Maybe once I lose my heart, I will come to regret it after all."

White Impermanence said nothing more. He sent me to the place of punishment and then turned to leave.

The heart-removing process went by smoothly. The ghost who carried out my sentence acted with swiftness. By the time I felt the tip of the blade piercing into me, my warm beating heart had been taken from the cavity of my chest. Only until the wound was sutured did I feel any pain.

It turned out a stone without its heart could still ache.

There was a rule in the underworld that forbade the punished from receiving anyone else's help. I thus crawled back into the Sansheng Stone by myself that day, blood coursing down my chest and dripping to the ground from my soaked clothes.

Later, while I recuperated inside the stone, Little Jia privately came to tell me that a certain fragrant flowers had grown from the trail of blood I left on the ground. Some called them plum blossoms. They were very pretty, he told me.

I didn't believe him at first.

The underworld was a lifeless place. It had always been a land of the dead. Besides a few bored gods who occasionally came down to visit from Heaven, there had never been a living thing here. How could this hell grow its own flowers?

It was much later that I also began to smell the fragrance of plums from inside my stone.

"Sansheng," Little Yi said to me, "you've been dwelling among these beautiful red flowers for so long that you're almost no longer like us."

I really didn't know what he was talking about and didn't bother to think about it. After my heart was removed, as though I had become much freer, those feelings of curiosity and reluctance all gradually faded. Only, I still sometimes saw Moxi's image.