I am Sun Wukong, and I am being pressed against the pillar of the Buddhist temple by Tang Monk. His chanting mouth is half an inch away from my ear, and the hot relic fragments mixed with blood are forced into my throat.
"Scream if it hurts, just like before." His voice was trembling, but the Buddhist beads strangled my wrist tightly - this was a show for the Buddha shadow outside the temple, but the silver needle hidden in his fingertips clearly penetrated my veins, transferring his merit to me to extend my life.
In the Buddha's shadow, Tathagata laughed out loud: "Jinchanzi, you protect the Bone-Reverse Monkey, just like you protected yourself in the previous life."
