The monk sat by the river as he had for decades.
The river god was puzzled: "Oh, you have been waiting for so many years. Don't be stupid, she will not come back, she is a fox demon, and besides... Sigh."
"No, I have to wait. I think, just wait like this. What should come will always come."
He closed his eyes, and what he remembered was the warm bonfire in the cave in the severe winter that year and the little fox laughing and jumping around all day long.
Deep in my memory is a hellish scene. "Little monk, please leave quickly and leave me alone. Those Taoist priests will not let me go. Little monk, please remember that I have not sucked human blood. I am not a demon! You believe me!"
The last thing that stayed in my mind was the tears she shed in the air and the reluctance in her eyes.
Just wait like this, the flowers bloom and fall for so many years.
Qiu Chi on the left, Bodhi on the right.
A monk came towards me and sighed: "Junior brother, haven't you realized it yet? In fact, she is already dead."
He opened his eyes, which seemed to be covered with a layer of fog. He was silent for a while, then looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahahaha! What can I do if I have enlightenment? So what if I want this Bodhi!"
"Alas, it seems you are still stubborn."
He laughed: "I'm sorry for those of you who can't understand! Poor, pathetic. Hahahahahaha"
So he broke the Bodhi and threw himself into the river...
Intent: sadistic, tear-jerking, ancient proverbs, modern