Drunk on Desire

Once upon a time, there was a mountain. On the mountain stood a temple, and in the temple lived an old monk. Before he died, the monk summoned his most promising junior nephew and asked him to find the woman he had loved in his youth, so he could fulfill his dying wish. The young monk set off down the mountain. “Bone Ling, some monk has been asking for you by name lately.” “Asking for me?” “Yeah, but the little monk is looking for an old woman in her eighties or nineties. Everything matches you except the age.” Ding Guling, as lovely as a flower, in the prime of her youth: “...” A modern tale of monsters.