You take my ten bones, carve ten flutes, and after my death, bury them as ten sides of this tea mountain. In this way, I am willing to protect him for three lives, protect him for three lives, bless him for three lives, serve him for one life. Now I use ten bones to exchange for ten lives of suffering. I beg God to see me, grant me ten lives of merit, and allow me to love him for one day...
Thousands of years ago, when the madwoman was dying, she carved a flute with her bones, and her obsession was so deep that she could only swear an oath in front of the flowers under the moon, play the flute and sing together, leaving behind a sad legend.
Thousands of years later, a group of 'local masters' dug up a barren ridge, and the tenth bone flute reappeared in the world.
The legend has once again opened the veil of mystery...