When I was ten years old, my grandma's ghost stared at me in the water bowl where I stood with chopsticks to ask questions, and Mrs. Hu's silver hair brushed through my dreams. When everyone in the village said that I was an "evil bone", my aunt, with her eyes covered with white veils, saw through the destiny in my life - the eight-hundred-year-old fox fairy wanted a disciple in school uniform.
Nightmares about being awakened by the golden body of Bodhisattva every night, strange temple murals that appeared inexplicably, and the sound of scales rustling in my ears... Just when I thought I could live peacefully by worshiping the immortal family, a woman's strange whimpering came from the corn field. The moment the green gauze curtain was opened, black blood was seeping from the locust wood stakes wrapped with red ropes, and the familiar laughter of a virgin sounded behind him.
