On the day of returning from Buddhist scriptures, Lingshan Mountain had become a mountain of corpses.
The Buddha was sitting on the lotus platform, his face was as pale as paper.
Wukong violently pushed us out of the Lingshan Mountain, roaring: "Run! Don't look back!"
In an instant, a white human skin covering the sky fell from the sky and wrapped all the Buddhas.
At the last glance, I saw an ancient Buddha whose whole body was rotting, showing a strange smile to us.
By the Liusha River, Bajie suddenly pointed at the scripture: "Master, this thing... Is made of skin."
I lowered my head and found that the scriptures in my arms were warm to the touch and rising slightly.
In the depths of the river, countless human skins undulated with the waves, emitting low sounds of chanting.
