Рет қаралды 107
Long ago, the many-legged one was subdued by Bodhisattva Pilanpo and locked on Purple Cloud Mountain.
Only by a plea from the Celestial Court was he spared.
The immortals dispatch minions to enact their will, while they remain serene, as if playing a game of chess.
Pity those pawns! They know full well what they are.
Yet they cling to false hopes and even take a pride in it.