A Thought About Lotus

When she woke up, she was lying in a lotus flower. The lady who picked her up said: You are a gift from God. She believed it. I have lived in the mountains for sixteen years, living in peace with the world and not caring about worldly affairs. Until that rainy night, a man covered in blood knocked on her door. She raised her hand and pointed - the rain stopped. Instead of stopping, it condensed into thousands of needles and pierced his shoulder. He ran away. But for the first time, she knew: there was something on her. After coming down the mountain, she saw the truth of this era. The Khitan cavalry passed through the pass, and the heads of common people were hung on the city walls. The dignitaries in the court deducted military rations and sold weapons to the enemy. There were corpses everywhere outside the city. Someone was so hungry that he lit a fire on the roadside - no one dared to ask what was cooking in the pot. There are also those things that come from the human heart. Gray and black, lying on the living people, sucking their resentment. The heavier the resentment, the stronger they become. People eat people, and demons also eat people. This world has long been rotten. She started saving people. Saving one is a wish. To save two is two wishes. The last pure thoughts in the hearts of those who died turned into lotus seeds and fell into her hands. The soldiers guarding the city, the widow who died of starvation, the mason who died at the entrance of the village, the old man who guarded the grave for twenty-three years... Their wishes are all with her. Someone asked her: Who are you? She shook her head. But she saw it - those things were afraid of her. There are people in this world who want to destroy it. She came to get it back. She just wants to: Let no more people eat people in this world.