Ksitigarbha Legend

Chapter 1

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Ksitigarbha Legend

Only after all sentient beings are liberated can one attain enlightenment.

I vow not to become a Buddha until hell is empty.

This article is dedicated to the memory of those young lives that perished unjustly.

If Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva were aware of this, he would surely bestow blessings upon them.

I. Big M Cat

1.

Old Bai has been feeling depressed lately.

Every night, she would climb onto the balcony, gazing at the endless night through the floor-to-ceiling glass, her eyes vacant and lost, as if expecting something, or as if despairing about something.

The pumpkin porridge on the table remained untouched.

Mao Mao glanced at Lao Bai, knowing that calling her would be of no use, so she sighed, opened her laptop, updated her blog, and started working overtime.

Mao Mao is a designer at an advertising company. For her, working overtime is more common than drinking pumpkin porridge.

My gaze swept over Old Bai, who was still as melancholy as ever.

This is unlike the usual Lao Bai. Lao Bai is usually very lively and often mischievously hides Mao Mao's pajamas behind the radiator, watching Mao Mao rage while she herself has a half-smile on her face.

Old White is a cat.

A snow-white house cat, ordinary and unremarkable, with no noble lineage or family tree; even Mao Mao couldn't name its breed.

Family tree? Mao Mao smiled. She didn't have a family tree herself, but the cats and dogs did.

Old White tapped his paw on the glass for several days in a row; he had been doing this the whole time.

Mao Mao glanced at Lao Bai out of the corner of her eye, and her heart skipped a beat.

Something's not right.

Old White is clearly a white cat, so why is his shadow reflected on the floor-to-ceiling glass black?

Curious, Mao Mao walked over to Lao Bai, opened the glass, and there lay a black wild cat outside.

Upon seeing people, the stray cat let out a meow and leaped onto the neighbor's balcony. Then it jumped down the balcony, one level at a time, until it landed on the ground and vanished instantly.

"This girl, so she's in love!" Mao Mao laughed, revealing two dimples at the corners of her mouth.

Mao Mao picked up Lao Bai and smiled, "How about Mom finds you a gentle and loving cat someday? Lao Bai has grown up..." Mao Mao smiled, remembering her mother's phone call last night, urging her to set a wedding date.

Wedding date?

That's completely unfounded!

On an autumn night, the wind was a bit chilly. A stray cat hid in a corner and meowed, sounding like a child crying or a midnight call to a soul. The sound was so vivid that Mao Mao shivered.

"Good boy, Lao Bai~" Mao Mao stroked Lao Bai's forehead, and Lao Bai let out a soft "woof" and suddenly jumped out of Mao Mao's arms. He lightly touched the edge of the balcony with his paw and jumped down.

9th floor!

Mao Mao cried out in alarm, watching helplessly as Lao Bai plummeted to the ground.

Cats have nine lives, so Old White won't die.

Mao Mao rushed out the door in a panic, slamming it shut behind her, which made all the motion-activated lights in the hallway turn on.

The elevator is stuck on the first floor; it's faster to run up the stairs.

Going downstairs, turning a corner, my feet felt like they weren't rooted to the ground, and I tumbled and crawled.

Old Bai is her life.

The autumn wind was chilly, and Old Bai had vanished without a trace.

Fortunately, I didn't die. If I had died, there would be a corpse. There is no corpse, so I didn't die.

"A daughter grows up and cannot be kept at home," Mao Mao sighed.

Old Bai eloped.

Mao Mao felt a void in her heart—that heartless girl.

After saying that, Mao Mao felt a lump in her throat, and tears streamed down her face. "That heartless girl."

I was in a rush downstairs just now, and I was so focused on Lao Bai that I didn't notice. Now that the cool breeze is blowing, I realize I've lost a slipper. My bare feet are sore and dry from the wind.

Hopping on one leg, in the dark night, under the dim streetlights, a white nightgown, a long, lingering shadow.

Hop on one leg.

As they searched each floor, Mao Mao would clap his hands hard on each floor, causing the lights to turn on and the clapping to echo in the empty corridor, leaving his hands numb.

Pink cotton slippers were sleeping on the stairs to the fifth floor.

On the snow-white wall next to the stairs, there is a pencil doll. The doll is smiling with a radiant look in its eyes, but there is a cat's paw print on its face.

The stray cats in our neighborhood are becoming an infestation!

Mao Mao, who has an art background, looked at the dolls on the wall; their faces were dirty and didn't look good. She casually took an eraser from her pajama pocket. She always liked to keep an eraser in a pocket, not as a professional habit, but because she liked to bite her fingers when she had nothing to do, and to avoid hurting her fingers, she used an eraser instead.

She took out an eraser and gently wiped away the shoe print on the doll's face.

The doll smiled even more beautifully, and the little cat embroidered on the pocket of her pajamas smiled along with it.

After putting on his slippers and going upstairs, Mao Mao slapped his forehead—damn it, the keys!

There were no keys, no cell phone, no landlord's phone number, no landlord's address, no Old Bai, and no mirror.

"Mirror" is her love. When she has nothing to do, she likes to say, "Mirror, mirror, mirror, who is the fairest of them all?"

Every time, the mirror says, "It's you, my Queen Momo!"

But when the mirror answered this question a week ago, it said, "It's another woman, she's beautiful and rich!"

Mao Mao leaned against the door, the back of his head resting on the peephole, through which a faint light shone. This month's electricity bill was going to be overdue.

There was a soft rustling sound of footsteps inside the door.

thief!

Mao Mao took a few steps back, took out an eraser from his pocket, and pointed it at the door. When people feel dangerous, they always want to grab onto something, even if they know it won't help.

The lock clicked a few times, and the door opened.

"Ah—" Mao Mao screamed, and the thief inside the house dropped his things all over the floor.

"What are you yelling about!" the thief said, displeased.

When Mao Mao looked closely, she realized it wasn't a thief, but a mirror. As if grasping at a straw, she rushed over, hugged it, and tears streamed down her face.

The mirror pushed her away indifferently and said, "I'll pack my things."

"Oh." Mao Mao also realized that she had been a bit out of line.

As the mirror bent down to pick up the things that had fallen on the ground, Mao Mao had a fleeting illusion, as if she had returned to their first encounter a year ago. The mirror was on the street, bending down to tie his shoelaces. From the moment he bent down, Mao Mao knew that she couldn't escape.

Mirror stood up and said, "I only took a few professional books and clothes. I don't need anything else. She has everything."

"Oh." Mao Mao took a step back. She had everything; she had money, but Mao Mao didn't.

"Here are the keys." He handed them to her, and she took them but pulled her hand back.

"88!" Mirror went downstairs with light steps.

"You... take the elevator!" Mao Mao stammered, but the elevator was still on the first floor.

"Oh, I forgot the elevator's been fixed." Mirror smiled elegantly, stepped up, pressed the down arrow, and the numbers on the top of the elevator began to count down: 1, 2, 3...

"Ding-dong—"

The elevator doors opened, and Mao Mao rushed over, blocking the doors: "If you ever need any help in the future, just let me know, we're still friends!" There was even a hint of pleading in Mao Mao's tone.

"No need, let's just never see each other again!" Mirror stepped into the elevator, and Mao Mao let go of her hand. The elevator doors slowly closed, and that wretched elevator took Mirror away.

Tears streamed down my face, line after line, a pathetic display of weakness.

The one who clings on most tightly is always the one who loves more deeply.

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2.

Some are heartbroken, some are experiencing sweet moments; the night is so beautiful.

Old Bai and Little Black snuggled together on the wall of the residential area, with Old Bai rubbing his head against Little Black's neck in a show of affection.

Old Bai's heart was filled with happiness—this was love.

Little Black let out a "whoosh," startling the little girl in green who was sitting against the corner of the wall. The little girl stretched out her hands and said, "I want candy."

Old White and Little Black didn't have any candy, but the little girl didn't mind. She still stretched out her hands and said, "I want candy."

Xiao Hei said to Lao Bai with great knowledge, "Once humans become ghosts, most of them become mentally deficient, and they like to repeat the process of dying."

The little girl in green stretched out her hand: "I want candy."

A full moon nurtures love, and love nurtures passion.

Old Bai crouched down somewhat shyly, while Little Black, much more experienced, easily climbed onto Old Bai's back.

Old Bai shyly raised his eyes and looked at the sky. In the night sky, two stars were fighting, one yellow and one green.

Xiao Hei gently bit the skin on Lao Bai's neck with its teeth, its forelimbs tightly hugged her abdomen, its lower abdomen pressed against her buttocks, and its waist arched at a 90-degree angle.

Old White's tail swung to the side, her rump supported by her hips, and she remained motionless. Little Black's hindquarters twitched. Little Black was very focused, but Old White seemed somewhat distracted; she felt it was going too fast, and perhaps she should be more reserved.

The yellow star and the green star were still fighting. Sometimes the yellow star would get bigger, and sometimes the green star would get bigger. In the end, the yellow star seemed to lose its strength and got smaller and smaller.

With a "whoosh," it swooshed down and disappeared.

Xiao Hei felt a surge of joy and left Lao Bai. Lao Bai, being a house cat and having been influenced by her owner, raised her paw, pointed to the sky, and said, "Look, a shooting star!"

Following the direction she pointed, Xiao Hei saw a green light streak across the night sky, which then transformed into a green-faced man. The green-faced man reached out and grabbed Lao Bai.