Worrying Heart Devil.
Wu Motian was currently in the Feilong Pavilion, it was the housing that was owned by him since birth. His father had constructed it on his birth, this was because when he was young he was rather sickly and was feared to die. Hence Wu Motian's father in desperation built this pavilion, filled it with guardian deities and benevolent spirits, putting anything with Providence and Fortune into the building.
Incense clouds roiled along the floor, and the various floors showed Buddhas, Gods and Demons. At the 13th floor, the top a Jade dragon statue was carved into the roof, and from it's mouth clear, green water poured down into the fountain at the bottom.
A Golden Buddha, with a Dharma Wheel, and the ten thousand thoughts poem written on it's body, sat on a golden lotus. Below it a smaller lotus seat was laid, and sitting on it was Wu Motian.
Thin flickers of golden light could be seen rising from the Buddha statue, before sinking into the Lotus. The Lotus burst in occasional hums of radiance, and the smaller one then began to tremble. Wu Motian who was sitting on the trembling base, suddenly began to flinch. His skin wiggled to and fro, as if by ten thousand worms. They formed into various Sanskrit characters.
Silence, Patience, Virtue, Emptiness, Heart, Forgetfulness, Pain, Birth, Rebirth, Eternity, Nirvana, Thought, Death, Life, Creation, Destruction, Lotus, World.
Ten thousand characters formed, each glowing in a faint red light.
The ten thousand words then began to sink back, before Wu Motian's body began to glow slightly like a luminous stone.
Beams of red gold light could be seen floating towards his heart.
The faint tremble of the Dharma echoed, Buddhist scriptures were read aloud in silent bellows, waves of dancing celestial fairies carried the virtue of the Tao towards him.
His expression began to contort, at times gentle, then cruel, a smile then a frown.
"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"
"Hahahahaha."
Sinister voices echoed around him loudly like thunder claps, and his mind numbed.
He began to chant the Kindness scripture, "All things are born, all things are weak. A gentle hand to coax forward presents life. Life descends color, and beauty. A squashed fruit is sour, and a quick pick is a healthy fruit. A hand descends is bound to a path of no return, a hand that raises up those suffering is bound to be engaged with virtue."
Another voice escaped his lips chanting the All Devouring mantra.
"Heaven beyond all else, it's bathes the realms in celestial powers. Ten thousand Immortals gather amongst the Seventeen Godkings. Seated amongst the gallows, a hung man thirsting for aid cries. The despondent gazes Father, hatred. Burning the Divine Palace of Heaven, slaughtering a Hundred Gods, Taming a thousand Devils, Devouring the Will of Heaven gathering. Plunging a nihilistic flame onto all good, and Plundering in a self righteous banter!"
Black veins spread across Wu Motian's body, emerging like roots from his heart.
He cried out in pain.
He pushed his hand out in a Mudra, and a white Octagon, inside a decagon.
"Ageless Demon sealing Formation!"
The formation spun creating sparks, and bound to his chest.
Wu Motian coughed, "Not enough! Heaven compressing art!"
He spat out 9 green waves of life force containing two years of lifespan each.
They surrounded him, and began to wrap around him like chains. They reached to his neck and stopped, and then began to expand forming a bubble over his lower body.
Red colored seals were drawn over it winding like an ancient column.
He angrily hummed, and his eyes began to distort.
They turned murky, with tears threatening to fall out.
A childish voice could be heard sobbing, and a gentle old breeze hung with a hum. It was shaky, and resolute, and fulfilled the child.
Wu Motian shrank into himself, reaching fetal position.
"Yellow leaves accompany a sorrowful heart, and a cold breeze fills the air of a lonesome soul. Good times accompanied by cheers, and sad times by a bottle of wine. What will be will be, but the irresolute human heart is unwilling. A kiss on the cold palm, and a reunion of joy, and a slap on a reddened lip, and a anger stirs. Thus is the unchanging principal of the vulnerable character that defend our wisdom."
Wu Motian spat out some strange air, and slowly his sweating body calmed. Now still, he relaxed as the circle collecting his lower body unraveled.
His shirt was torn open from his twitching muscles, as such one could vividly see great lines of black characters stretching across his torso winding onto his heart.
The characters melded together into a black pool at the middle, and a golden character for Seal was inscribed onto the inky pool.
Wu Tengfei, patriarch of the Wu Clan, and Wu Motian's grandfather sighed as he watched Wu Motian leave the Feilong Pavilion.
"I was worried, this time it was rather strange. Ever since you were a child you were easily contaminated with heart demons, every year you would get one even without any stimulus. It got so bad I had to call a few old Monk friends of mine. Yet now it has actually become a Heart Devil. What are you going to do?"
Wu Motian shook his head with a sigh, "Something's just happen. Just as the artist must await the faint rain for the perfect cerulean blue to be drawn, I can only continue in vain without thought or respite. Should I one day fade, I hope that by my side is my family, and the blade that severs my life is yours."
With that he swept his sleeves, and left.
Wu Tengfei frowned, "Blue white porcelain, your master would always say that. To think you would have taken to it. Ha, what am I to do..."
...
Wu Motian stumbled down the path, the red sun had begun to drench the world.
His breath was warm and heavy.
He stepped towards a small wooden shack, held near a babbling brook. Dragonflies darted to and fro, chased by the trembling of the dancing red and white koi that swam in the small pool from at the base.
Fresh green bamboo were erected across, reaching 30 meters.
Foxes dashed forward in cheerful chases, and immortal cranes danced in the sky.
The air was fresh and tasty, and contained a hint of longevity, as if with each breath the foul air of the mortal world was removed.
Wu Motian pushed open the stubborn door, and fumbled onto the soft ancient wood bed, puffed with goose feather's.
He fell asleep quickly, and sweat began to bead across his knotted brows.
Small whimpers escaped his mouth.
A gentle jade like hand, softly stroked his long and smooth hair.
Her hand radiated a comfortable chill that cooled his body, and his frown slowly released.
A soft hum rose from her red lips, and followed in the air like a concerto, with zithers trembling, and sitars singing.
Celestial drums rang, and the bells of Heaven followed as a chorus.
"Softly the wind falls, and sweeps your hair away. The night that came before haunts me, and I can't seem to forget. A winter becomes a wish, and a day becomes venerated. Your hand was warm, and mine was cold, and then the night fell and the rain came, my hand was warm, and yours was cold. Even the rivers seemed call for me, all without you. Even the sky seemed to wish to steal you. Your sweet, and foolish smile, beneath the red leaves of my listless heart, everything seemed aflame again.
I wish for a moon to pass to call you, but I cannot bare my fate. My heart leaves, and I cannot follow, it is certain that I will die. Yet for his peaceful and kind wish, all I can do it count the red leaves, and the children grow."