Guanyin's face, Xuanzang's shoe inserts.
As for Guanyin, Xuanzang had only one thing he wanted to say: You can't keep an eye on this, you fail to notice that—what kind of damn bodhisattva are you?
She had done no small amount of harm.
Guanyin was infuriated by Xuanzang, but there was nothing she could do to him. In the end, she could only leave alone, sulking in silence.
Zhu-Zi Kingdom, passed.
The territory of Web-Spinning Cave.
The moment Xuanjian set foot here, he faintly sensed a dense resentment lingering in the place, refusing to disperse.
It was cold to the extreme, resentment soaring to the heavens.
It was as if he had arrived in some purgatory.
Xuanjian frowned without speaking.
He felt that something must have happened here.
He sat cross-legged, pressed his palms together, and began chanting an unfamiliar scripture. Soft light flowed and swirled, misty radiance unceasing, Buddhist chants murmuring like a stream, crossing the world and cleansing Baleful Intent. Wherever the long, drifting Zen tones fell, they soothed the resentment of this place.
This was the Buddhism Psychic Sutra.
Through this sutra, Xuanzang observed the life experiences of countless resentful spirits here.
Almost all of them were humans!
They had passed through this place, only to be targeted by the monsters entrenched here, then all abducted into the monsters' cave on the mountain.
Human oil used for stir-frying, human brains fried with tofu.
Some travelers had even been flayed alive and dismembered while they were still living.
Before they died, they had suffered every torment.
It would have been strange if their resentment were not heavy.
"Hearts of snakes and scorpions, a pack of wicked women!"
After he finished watching the pasts of these resentful spirits, Xuanzang trembled all over with rage, his teeth clenched until they