The Buddha of Tianyin Temple was silent for a while, and a young boy with the bones of Shura was picked up from a mass grave.
He ordained the young man, named him Fanzhen, and stayed by his side to educate him personally.
The Buddha fed him blood from his wrists every day, saying that this was practice.
The mandala tattoo on the young man's back needs a drop of Buddha's blood to water each one.
The world praises the Buddha for his compassion, but he is willing to feed the devil with his body.
Only Fanzhen knows——
His Buddha had quietly fallen in that offering of blood and kisses.
"Master, what you feed me... Are you really compassionate?"
Fan Yu tore open the holy cassock and kissed the prisoner's gold chain on his instep.
Fozi lowered his eyes and chuckled, and tied the other end of the chain to the young man's wrist with his own hands:
"It's karma fire."
"A fire of common cause... Lit just for you and me."
Purpose: To explore the boundaries between faith and desire, the two sides of the sacred and the profane