The ancient temple outside Chang'an City oozed blood late at night, and all eighteen pages of the Heart Sutra were written with human blood.
Chen Jizang held the ancestral bronze statue of Truth, and as soon as his fingertips touched the pair of slightly open animal ears - suddenly a golden pattern surged in front of his eyes!
The compassionate face of the old abbot who said, "This is the Buddha's warning" was filled with black mist in his eyes; in the three-inch brick gap under the altar table, the blood stain of his father's severed finger seventeen years ago was glowing with a faint light.
When the Xuanjing Commander card was smashed on the case, he stared at the cuffs of his superior's black moire brocade robe and suddenly laughed: "Do you know, my lord, that the guard of Nantianmen has been dead for seven days, but the underworld has confiscated his soul?" These eyes, which can see through lies, are uncovering the most ridiculous scam five hundred years ago - was the person who was crushed by the Five Elements Mountain that year really the Monkey King?
