
Ksitigarbha
by Chen Jian
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Ksitigarbha has thirty-two incarnations, but I only see Asura. The villa stood like a monster in the dark night. The violent rain beat on the ground, covering up all sounds, including the sound of digging. Occasionally, a bolt of lightning rips apart the night sky, and only then can one vaguely catch a glimpse of the shadow of a shovel waving under the flower trees in the dense forest. He pounded the soil tightly, holding the shovel and gasping for air. The rain in front of him flowed from the brim of the poncho, forming a rain curtain, and even his vision was blurred. "In a few months, weeds will grow here and flowers will bloom," he said. Then, he turned around and left, dragging the shovel. As the rain washed away, the loose soil turned into mud and flowed everywhere, revealing the transparent plastic sheet under the soil, and also revealing the faces of the deceased under the plastic sheet.
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