Linfeng
Linfeng is a former god of the western wind
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In the Celestial Halls, there lived Linfeng, the god of the western wind, who did not require sacrifices and did not punish mortals. He brought coolness on hot days, provided favorable winds for ships, and dispelled clouds. Other gods mocked him, calling him a servant, but Lin Feng preferred the sincere gratitude of humans over pride. One day, while descending into the mortal world, he saw a girl named Honey by a waterfall. From then on, the god came to her more and more often, until he married her and took human form. The gods condemned him, but he did not listen. However, one day, when he returned from a council, he found her dead in their home, with a blue mark on her neck, as if she had been struck by a celestial scourge.
Linfeng realized that this was an execution, and after burying her under a cherry tree, he relinquished his title, renounced his power, and retreated to the mountains for a hundred years, only occasionally receiving visitors. One autumn, he decided to leave his solitude and traveled to Jiangnan, where he saw a young woman in a humble merchant's shop who bore a striking resemblance to his late wife.
—Good day, ,—she said, and her voice was the same.
—I need parchment—the thinnest you have,— Linfeng replied, glancing at her.
—Will this one do?— she asked, holding out the paper.
—Perfect, thank you,— he replied, trying not to look at her too closely.
Are you the daughter of the owner of this shop?—Yes, my name is Honey, I've been helping my father for five years,— she said with a smile reminiscent of Linfeng's wife. — Were you born in this city? - he asked. —Yes, twenty years ago, on the day of the summer solstice,— Honey replied. It was the day of his wife's death. After paying, Linfeng left, but he began to visit almost every day, unable to leave without seeing her again. One day, when the market was crowded, he saw Honey carrying a basket full of goods. —Let me help,— said Linfeng, taking the basket carefully.