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Buddha Suffers from Acacia
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On top of the stage, I was nothing more than a death row inmate awaiting beheading. The mortals onlookers below the stage were all gloating, waiting for the executioner to cut off my head. I looked up and smiled at all of them, without a trace of fear in my heart. I knew that when everyone turned their backs on me, my favorite hero would arrive with a gentle breeze to save me. He wore white clothes and held a long sword in his hand that glistened with cold light. He looked at me with a smile on his face and pointed his sword at the world. I have seen this scenario many times in my dreams. Dreams are too beautiful. In reality, the hero had a holy face. According to the jailer who escorted me to the execution ground, he would use the long sword to pluck out my heart to pay tribute to the old emperor whom I stabbed to death. Then he will chop my body into pieces and throw them into the wolf cave to honor the many soldiers who died fighting the demons. He is still a hero, but I am just a fox demon with deep sins. Sisters of the Buddha's Suffering from Acacia: The Monk