In my past life, I was always a chicken. Every time I opened my eyes, I was fed by people in a daze for a few months, then I was killed with a knife, and my body was offered to the smiling gods and Buddhas. My soul ran to the City God, not entering the underworld, not drinking the soup of Forgetfulness, continuing to reincarnate, and turning into a chicken again, only to be killed again after a few months.
In this life, I am a roc. Unlike other demons who rule mountains and kill ruthlessly, although my Lion Camel Country spans thousands of miles and has millions of demon residents, I never indiscriminately kill the innocent.
I became the uncle of the Tathagata and also attained the fruition of Bodhisattva.
I think, I can finally seek a foothold in this world to protect myself.
