Xu Yu Long had already been frightened by his sister's actions and didn't dare let me answer. He went forward, grabbed Xu An An, and tried to leave. "Hall Master Li, Senior Feng, my sister is talking nonsense. Don't take it seriously! We'll leave now."

"I'm not leaving!" Xu An An struggled. "They haven't answered me yet. I'm not leaving."

I said calmly, "Since she doesn't want to leave, let her stay."

Xu Yu Long thought I was going to attack and immediately stood in front of Xu An An.

I stood still and said, "Since you asked, let's talk about it."

I pointed to the tents. "You want me to save people, but did you ask them if they need to be saved?"

"Those who enter Taiqu Mountain and come to this small temple to burn incense all have requests. Do they want their wishes to be ruined?"

I raised my hand and pointed at Xu Yu Long. "Ask your brother first if he wants to leave."

Xu An An looked at Xu Yu Long and whispered, "Brother, should we leave here? There are always ways to solve my problem. Seeking help from the gods isn't the only way. Besides, I don't want anything to happen to you."

Xu Yu Long shook his head slightly and said nothing.

I spoke again. "I also have to tell you one more thing, and that is that there are many people here who don't want others to know what their wishes are."

"Haven't you noticed that everyone is shielding their paper from view when they're writing on it?"

"That's because what they're writing can't see the light of day."

I lit a cigarette and said slowly, "You probably don't understand what I'm saying. How about I tell you a story?"

Without asking if Xu An An wanted to hear it, I began to speak:

Legend has it that long ago there was a blind lute player who was a rare beauty. Unfortunately, he was blind, and no one wanted to marry him. Until one day, he met a girl who didn't mind that he was blind.

The two of them fell in love, depended on each other, and lived happily together for many years.

Until one day, someone inadvertently told the lute player a secret: If he sincerely worshiped the mountain god on East Mountain for a thousand days, his eyes would be able to see again.

The lute player excitedly told his wife this legend. Not only did his wife not believe it, but she also advised him not to go up the mountain.

But the lute player insisted on seeking help from the gods because he wanted to see his wife, the wife he had loved for ten years, protected for ten years.

So, day after day, he groped his way up East Mountain, burning incense and praying to the gods, all to catch a glimpse of his wife.

A thousand days passed, but his eyes still couldn't see.

He felt that he wasn't sincere enough.

So, he began to repeat his thousand days of going up the mountain to worship the gods.

Two thousand days passed.

Three thousand days passed.

In the end, even the person who had told him that seeking help from the gods could cure his illness couldn't help but tell him: I was lying to you. I was just teasing you, making you run up the mountain.

But the lute player didn't think so. He could feel that when he worshiped the Buddha, he seemed to get a response. He always felt that he wasn't sincere enough, and that was why he couldn't see the light again.

Day after day, year after year, he went up the mountain to worship the Buddha, rain or shine.

Finally, he rolled down the mountain in a rainstorm and died. Until his death, he never saw his wife.

After he arrived in the underworld, he cried and asked Yama: Why didn't the gods respond to him even though he was so devout?

Yama told him: Do you think you're devout? Your wife is more devout than you.

You only go up the mountain once a day, but she goes up the mountain twice.

You're blind and walk slowly. Every day after you leave, she takes a shortcut to get to the temple before you, burning incense and worshiping the gods.

In the evening, she goes again and rushes home before you to prepare your meal.

Don't you always smell sweat on your wife when you get home?

The lute player was even more aggrieved when he heard this: We both prayed to the gods, so why can't I see the light?

Yama sighed and said: You pray to the gods so you can see the light again, but your wife prays to the gods so you can never see again.

The lute player was stunned and refused to believe Yama's words, because he couldn't understand why his wife would do this.

Yama told him: Your wife is very ugly. Once you regain your sight, you'll despise her and find a more beautiful woman. You won't belong to her anymore.

She knows she's sorry for you, so she doesn't want to see you either.

I threw away my cigarette butt and said, "I'm telling you this story to tell you not to use your compassion until you understand the situation. Your compassion may be a deadly poison to others!"

"Just like the lute player in that story, doesn't he love his wife? He does!"

"Doesn't the lute player's wife love him? She loves him too, and loves him to an incurable extent."

"When love becomes an obsession, it becomes chilling."

I pointed in the direction of the tents. "Think again, are there any people among them who came with an obsession?"

Xu An An looked at the tents, then at me, and suddenly screamed, "You're a ghost, you're a devil! You're going to use that story to kill people, you're going to kill everyone here, you're a devil!"