The Tui Bei Tu: Beginning with the Bewitching Moon

Black and White Impermanence were dead, their tongues cut out and nailed to the wall.

Ox-Head and Horse-Face were dead, their heads cut off and hung at the entrance to the Hall of Yama.

The Ten Kings of Hell had vanished without a trace.

Standing behind the Bridge of Helplessness, I watched the vengeful spirits from the Eighteen Levels of Hell being drawn toward the blood-red moon in the sky for some unknown reason, shrieking in agony.

Looking at the sixty-first image in the ancestral copy of the Tui Bei Tu in my hands, I finally understood. My ancestor had already foreseen what would happen today, and I was the only one who could save this world.

A mere demon moon that steals souls? I'll snuff it out!