I reached out and touched those two things.

One was a robe made of human skin, and the other was a Zen staff made from a human spine.

They felt cold and sticky in my hands, emitting a strong bloody smell.

The robe and the staff were shining with divine light, still stained with strands of blood and bits of flesh.

Even though I have vanquished countless demons in the past, I have never seen such horrifying objects.

Faintly, I seemed to hear a voice, the chanting of Buddhist scriptures by millions of people. The low murmuring sound seemed to come from the distant sky and yet echoed in my ears, making my eardrums throb.

What used to be illusions has now become reality, and I simply cannot accept it.

The chanting voice irritates and disturbs my mind, making me feel nauseous.

When I touch my chest, the tender flesh feels even stickier and wet, sending shivers down my spine.

"Child, you have the talent."

"Master!" I looked up and saw the kind face of my master. Tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of my eyes.

All along, his expectations of me have driven me forward.

I was supposed to wear the robe, hold the staff, and vanquish demons.

But the appearance of these two things has shaken my faith.

How could such things exist in the sacred realm of Buddhism?

I know these two objects must be powerful, but I dare not use them, so I sealed them away.