I am a carved tang tree, which has been standing beside the Nuwa Temple on Yinshan Mountain since I can remember.
Due to the brilliance of the sun and moon on Mengyin Mountain, he gradually transformed into a human body. However, after all, he was no more devoted to the Tao than others, so he only dared to transform into the shape of a little doll in the evening when the moonlight was bright and people were away, to live out his life, so as not to be caught as a goblin. The scene passed by like a cloud of smoke in the blink of an eye. I was used to seeing the faithful men and women from all over Kyushu who came to the Nuwa Temple to petition and fulfill their vows. I also watched the little girl on the mountainside with her bare feet and braids grow into a wrinkled old woman with gray hair day by day. Living alone for too long will inevitably lead to boredom. Almost all the people I saw passed by me in a hurry, and even the few who occasionally rested under the shade I provided were rare. Until she appeared in front of me and stretched out her little hand to touch me.
"Do you want to be a man?"
But that was five hundred years ago.