At the top of Ling Mountain, the Great Thunder Monastery is now in ruins.
I hold a tin staff in my hand, mobilizing all my magical powers, and my golden body emerges from myself.
I walk step by step towards the center of the hall, where the residual golden light of the Buddhas converges towards me, shaping my Buddha body.
In the center of the main hall, a mass of flesh and blood mixed into a flesh mud keeps churning, gradually forming a human shape.
It sneers, "Golden Cicada, even the Buddhas can't do anything to me, are you here to die as well?"
I raise my tin staff and point it directly at it:
