What Lingshan gave was not a wordless scripture, but a cannibal account.
In the tenth life of Jin Chanzi, Monk Tang embarked on his eastward journey.
In the first step, the scriptures fall into the water, and what emerges is not the Dharma, but the bloody account book in which Lingshan and Heaven divide the incense of the three realms and plunder the blood and tears of all living beings.
This trip to the west is not to learn from the experience at all, but to check the accounts.
After the bones, there is the "Resentful Mine" with the output marked;
In the ruins of the Shitu Kingdom, there are engraved storage lists for millions of creatures refining the "Resentment Crystal";
The rivers of the daughter country flow with the pipes of the "Pure Yin Willing Power Farm";
The Taoist temple in Pingdingshan echoes the cold assessment of the "emotional purity test".
Eighty-one is difficult to walk backwards, and the truth is peeled off layer by layer:
Every disaster is a "compliance business" of the top-level Holy Alliance;
Every demon is a "franchise" within the system;
Every wisp of incense is marked with who will share it and how it will be accounted for.
Tang Seng is the final "auditor" and "sacrifice" selected for this "sacred business".
The soul mark on his forehead is always burning, tampering with memories and distorting cognition.
But he died nine times, and each death made "Golden Chanzi" more suspicious.
In this life, he chose to walk awake, record in numbness, and ignite himself in desperate situations.
