I traveled through the bloody westward journey, where the heaven was cracked, the Buddha's light was blackened, and Chang'an was half-buried in the underworld.
People walk around during the day, but at night there are ghosts and monsters, the monks of Leiyin Temple eat people and chant sutras, and there are only corpses left in Huaguo Mountain.
His hands had no strength to tie the chicken, and his life was like grass. As soon as he landed, he saw the city god patrolling at night, and he only escaped with his life by drawing talismans on the ashes of the incense burner.
He accidentally obtained a golden finger, a knife with a shadow, and an ancient consciousness existed in the knife.
It is said that it has killed the Tathagata incarnation, can cut off the line of cause and effect, and can see through thousands of lies.
Others relied on incense to survive, but I ran away with a breath of resentment. When the knife came out, there was no living thing.
Monks practice resentment, demons practice obsession, but I can kill all the false Buddhas and overthrow this cannibalistic world.
In the end, we will gather the three treasures, return to the true path, uncover the truth about the world, and awaken the sleeping origin of Journey to the West.
