The day I was expelled from Heaven, I laughed.
They said I was "derelict in my duties" - because I enforced the law impartially and offended the powerful.
In the third year after being demoted to the human world, I was basking in the sun at Po Tao Temple. A father knelt outside the door, crying and complaining that his daughter had been murdered and the city god took money to send her soul to hell.
I got up, without drawing any talisman or chanting a mantra. I just walked into the Chenghuang Temple and kicked over the incense table.
The city god appeared and wanted to take me, so I held him in place with a talisman and went to the underworld to snatch the girl's soul back.
Later they called me "crazy Taoist nun". Call me crazy. But I want to ask——
The world is crazy. Why can't sane people go crazy?
