[Journey to the West without scriptures, the truth will be dissected]
Gods and Buddhas cannibalize people, and incense quenches poison.
When the sound of chewing came from the Lingshan Mountain at the end of the path, four demons overturned the raft——
Tripitaka's cassock was stained with blood, and the nine-ringed tin staff pierced the Buddha's golden body; Wukong tore up the book of life and death, and pointed the golden cudgel directly at the Lingxiao Palace; Bajie swallowed up the peach garden, and all the pigs and wolves ran under the rake; Wu Jing silently swung his shovel, and the bottom of the quicksand river was like a mountain of bones.
They were once domesticated chess pieces, but now they are all sharp blades that cut open the path of heaven.
When the tight curse turns into a chain to strangle the Tathagata, when the purple gold bowl is filled with the eyes of gods and Buddhas, the bloody truth of eight hundred years ago oozes from the broken Buddhist scriptures: It turns out that the scriptures that save all sentient beings are soaked in human marrow.
"Since there is no true scripture to be obtained, then we should take the orders of the gods and Buddhas to offer sacrifices to heaven."
