Cultivation of Immortality: I Don't Want to Become an Immortal

"Help, immortal, help me out quickly." If I had known I should have brought a handkerchief, it would have attracted more attention when I waved it. A woman in white drew her sword across the water and landed lightly on the platform. She had a very pretty face, and she was smiling when she spoke. Her eyes, which showed no emotion, reflected on me sitting on the ground, as if I were looking down at a prey. Something was amiss. I'm in it, but I still can't know what everyone is thinking even for a second. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I know what I wrote is a piece of shit, but I have to keep writing it to the end! Ciao! Intention: When a monk rings a bell every day