Strangeness Is Coming: Buddha Has a Hand at the Beginning

[No routines, no harem, no system, dark style of writing, don't like to enter by mistake] Through the car window, Fang Zheng looked at the door of the mental hospital in horror. A skinny old monk with rotten sarcoma proliferating on his head and holding a flesh and blood prayer beads. A novice monk with heavy makeup wearing a mandarin robe and a bright red skirt. Maggots replaced hair, and fat nuns with scales on their bodies held whisks made of intestines. Three stories high, the gnawed flesh and blood were blurred, but the angry-eyed Vajra kept stuffing flesh and blood into his mouth. This is a strange gathering place covered in a hospital shell! "I don't want to go in! I'm not mentally ill!" "Be honest, take good care of your health, and don't mess around." "Donor, come quickly, Buddha has been waiting for you for a long time!"