Tang Sanzang threw the Wordless Sutra to the ground.
"What's the use of this scripture without words!"
The Buddhist scriptures team returned to Lingshan.
No one looked at the pile of waste paper again.
Only a hungry refugee walked over and picked up the scroll.
"The scriptures you don't want."
"I want it."
His name is Song Tianshu.
Time traveler.
The original parents died at the end of Shituoling.
The little demons dispersed, and the new demons became more ferocious.
Gods and Buddhas don't ask, heaven doesn't care.
He has nothing.
There is only one wordless scripture.
And an outrageous system.
The system said: Let Sun Wukong owe you a favor.
He did.
The system said: Let the land kowtow to you three times.
He did.
The system said: In front of Guanyin, tell Buddhism that you are here to collect the debt.
He did.
Every time you complete an outrageous task.
A true text appeared on the scroll.
Only then did Song Tianshu understand.
What is hidden in this wordless sutra is not Buddhism.
It's the way of heaven.
And the gods and Buddhas all over the sky know the secret of this sutra.
They dare not touch it.
Because the cause and effect is too great.
Until a mortal picked up this sutra.
"Your gods and Buddhas cannot save mortals."
"Then I will survive this world by myself."
From Shituoling to Bhikkhu Country.
From Tongtian River to Fengxian County.
Every blood debt on the westward journey.
He will take them all.
