Niu Niu’s biggest flaw was that he wasn’t passionate enough. He thought he could live his whole life like an ascetic monk.
He never imagined that the world was full of crafty demonesses, masters of disguise who could take on the form of bodhisattvas and wield the heart of Daji. How could they ever let him live in peace?
One tricked Niu Niu into roaming the four seas, another lured him into climbing every peak. Ahead, immortal songs and dances; behind, bewitching demonic music and shadows. One offered him a priceless treasure, another presented him with a divine weapon. They were all determined to tie him to them with a red thread of fate.
Their jealous squabbling stirred up landslides and tsunamis, and it was innocent common folk who suffered.
On the night of the wedding, the sound of a table being flipped came from Niu Niu’s home.
The cultivators were horrified: “Niu Niu must defeat the demonesses!”
