Displaced by the war, the old city was destroyed, and I transformed from a Buddhist saint into a singing prostitute in Xianlufang.
At this time, an old fortune teller told me that I would be a widow.
It's funny, I don't have a husband at all.
The old Taoist thought about it again and said that I have a destiny with Buddhism, and Buddhism will help me.
I walked away.
If Buddhism could really save me, why would I be like this?
(A short story I wrote a long time ago failed to be submitted and was criticized more than 80 times. Now I will put it up and archive it as well hahhh)
(First person perspective.)
Intention: Only by loving yourself can you love others.
