When the Taoist priest cut open my inner elixir, blood spattered on the mole on his neck.
Memories from his past life suddenly flooded into his mind: He was once a Taoist monk, and he gave up all his cultivation and returned to secular life for me.
I died blocking the knife for him, and I was reborn as a demon to pursue his life.
His master smiled ferociously: "The calamity nevus defeats the master, he really deserves to be killed!"
On the verge of death, I once again pounced on the sword that was stabbing him.
"The gods who designed reincarnation in this world are probably black and white. I will no longer pursue it, but there is nothing to pursue."
Short story~
Intention: View the world dialectically
