The Ferryman of the Yellow Springs

When they first met, she was a lifeless soul with no discernible appearance or gender, while he was a spirit whose Buddhist nature illuminated the underworld; When they met again, she had gained a face and a soul, and risen to become a soul guide, while he wore a kasaya and saved all living beings. Beneath the cherry blossoms, dressed in red like a flame, she smiled more beautifully than the flowers. "You guide the living, I guide the dead. We were made for each other." The young monk, hopelessly oblivious to romance, paid her no mind. He simply pressed his palms together and recited the Pure Heart Sutra over and over again.