Potian: Start by Not Fighting and Defeating the Buddha

Five hundred years later, the victorious Buddha opened his eyes. The lotus platform is warm, the incense is sweet, and the golden body is immortal. But I always feel that something is wrong. They said, I won. Winning a cassock, winning the whole hall singing Sanskrit, winning the three worlds kneeling down. But when Sun Wukong lowered his head, all he saw was his own shadow cast on the jade brick—— Silent ripples were forming at the edge of the shadow. So Sun Wukong stood up and tore his cassock to pieces. Take out the needle that has been sleeping for too long from your ear. Under the horrified gaze of gods and Buddhas all over the sky, Towards the eternally peaceful sky above our heads, The first blow was struck. The sky is broken.