Once upon a time, there was a mountain. On the mountain was a temple, and in the temple came a fake monk...
The mountain was called Mount Yueling, and the temple was called Lingyue Temple. Its name was meant to promise that the more spiritual it was, the more effective your prayers would be...
Perhaps the name had backfired by taking things too far. Ever since the temple was built, it had never been particularly popular...
The villagers were astonished that a monk had dared to build a temple in these remote mountains. They urged him, "Monk, monk, don't do it! There are wild beasts in the mountains, and they eat people!!!"
The fake monk was handsome and refined, with a graceful bearing. One smile was enough to captivate anyone, but his words made their blood run cold. "They're not wild beasts, they're monsters. But yes, they do eat people."
The villagers' astonishment turned to terror. "Then why are you staying here? Is there something wrong with your head?"
The fake monk did not get angry. Rolling his prayer beads between his fingers, he murmured like he was chanting a sutra, "One stays at Mount Ling until one awaits a destined soul."
A more inquisitive villager pressed him. "Which mountain is the sacred mountain? Where is the destined person?"
The fake monk replied, "The mountain is Mount Yueling. The person is one who has lost their spouse."
The villagers concluded that there was definitely something wrong with the monk's head. He spoke in riddles that had nothing to do with the questions and just went around in circles. Bored, they all scattered.
After the crowd had dispersed, the fake monk put away his compassionate, godlike smile and sighed. "Where is that destined person? Where are they...?"
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