My grandma said I was a Four-Yin girl, born under an ominous sign. I would bring disaster to my family and clan. But after they poisoned me mute and hung me in the ancestral hall, turning me into a Bodhisattva made of flesh and blood, everyone knelt before me in pious prayer, begging me to bring them blessings. Unfortunately, the poison had stolen my voice, so I couldn’t tell them: a Bodhisattva may, in a single thought, become a Buddha and deliver all living beings. But with a single thought, she may also become a demon and transform into a rakshasa.
