In the Cloud Ridge Mountains.
"Amitabha, benefactor, this item is destined for you. You may take it. There is no need to return it."
Suddenly, golden light flashed, and a monk clad in a golden kasaya appeared in midair.
At the sight of the monk, the enormous demonic beast actually shed tears, a rare sight.
For this was his master...
The monk glanced at the demonic beast. "Amitabha, your urge to kill is too strong. I truly cannot keep you by my side."
The monk shook his head slightly. As he looked at the demonic beast he had once raised, a trace of pity flashed through his eyes.
"Amitabha, you still need instruction. I have absolutely no intention of keeping you by my side, but you may follow this benefactor."
Yet the demonic beast seemed to understand the monk's words. He shook his head, and finally, his body gradually shrank to the size of a puppy.
"Whimper, whimper..."
Crying again and again, he gently rubbed his head against the monk's trouser leg, seemingly very reluctant to part.
The monk turned his head away, unable to bear watching this scene.
"Amitabha, why put yourself through this?"
"He has waited here bitterly for you for over a hundred years. Ever since you left him here last time, he has stayed in that cave for all those years, never once leaving."
"You could even say that when you abandoned him last time, it caused irreparable harm to his body and mind."
Unable to bear it, the old man spoke from the side.
"Senior, I do not mean to speak out of turn, but I truly cannot bear to watch this either. Can you really bring yourself to abandon such a loyal demon?"
"Amitabha, goodness, goodness. He harbors an urge to kill that has