Madam, I Am the Child's Father

The first time she met the monk, she had not yet been able to transform. The monk smiled and said to her, "Amitofu, almsgiver, this poor monk does not kill." But under his feet were piles of dead bodies, and the river was dyed red. When she met the monk for the second time, he smiled and said to her, Don't worry, the poor monk will give your child to the King of Hell to reunite with you. So she became angry and did not die. The third time she met the monk, he said to her child, "Be good, son, and call me daddy." She was angry, monk, please stop coming! The six impure roots!