“This stone would, however, often stroll along the banks of the Ling river, and having at the sight of the blade of spiritual grass been filled with admiration,
it, day by day, moistened its roots with sweet dew. This purple pearl grass, at the outset, tarried for months and years; but being at a later period imbued
with the essence and luxuriance of heaven and earth, and having incessantly received the moisture and nurture of the sweet dew, divested itself,
in course of time, of the form of a grass; assuming, in lieu, a human nature, which gradually became perfected into the person of a girl.
“Every day she was wont to wander beyond the confines of the Li Hen (divested animosities) heavens.
When hungry she fed on the Pi Ch’ing (hidden love) fruit — when thirsty she drank the Kuan ch’ou (discharged sorrows,) water.
Having, however, up to this time, not shewn her gratitude for the virtue of nurture lavished upon her,
the result was but natural that she should resolve in her heart upon a constant and incessant purpose to make suitable acknowledgment.
“I have been,” she would often commune within herself, “the recipient of the gracious bounty of rain and dew,
but I possess no such water as was lavished upon me to repay it! But should it ever descend into the world in the
form of a human being, I will also betake myself thither, along with it; and if I can only have the means of making restitution to it,
with the tears of a whole lifetime, I may be able to make adequate return.”
“This resolution it is that will evolve the descent into the world of so many pleasure-bound spirits of retribution and the experience of fantastic destinies; and this crimson pearl blade will also be among the number. The stone still lies in its original place, and why should not you and I