I burst open the door of the Main Hall like crazy
The corpses of the three people were sitting on their knees in the hall in the posture of worshiping the Buddha. Only through the weak green lanterns and candles did I see clearly where the Tathagata was sitting in the hall. It was clearly a withered and white ghost.
Xiao Wu's skin was peeled off from all over and sewn on with ape fur. Diamond hoops were inserted straight into his brain from his temples on both sides. His eyes were gouged out and replaced with two red-hot iron balls, which made his eye sockets sizzle.
A smiling pig's head stood on Zhu Sanjin's neck. His fat belly was cut open, and all his internal organs were removed and stuffed with all kinds of fruits and pastries. His whole severed head was also buried in it.
Sha Qian was cut into two pieces at the waist, and his upper body was spliced with a huge fish tail. There were nine skulls hanging on his neck, and his body was covered with tens of thousands of huge fish scales, which were embedded in the flesh and bone and oozing blood.
"Tang Xuanzang—come closer and listen to the seal!"
I have had this weird dream for eighteen years. I have never seen the people in the dream but I know their names clearly.
Until I found that notebook, which recorded eighty-one strange, but real cases, each of which was exactly the same as Tripitaka's story of seeking scriptures.
"Someone is telling a story, and I am the protagonist."
"He wants me to become a Buddha"
