I knelt before my Buddha. The Buddha was silent and only shed blood and tears. I took up the sword to slay demons and my own soul. If the prerequisite for saving all sentient beings is to incarnate as a new demon, is this salvation the right path, or is it a greater karma?
This is the story of how a city ate a monk. It is also the story of how a monk, in turn, swallowed up an entire city. Whatever, I'm going to finish it. If it's not good, I'm going to rewrite it.
