Golden Gate Temple.
"Benefactor, put down the butcher's knife, turn back to the shore, and do not commit further slaughter!"
Atop the high mountains stands a vast temple, receiving countless devotees annually who come to burn incense and worship Buddha. It is bustling beyond compare. However, at this very moment, the sacred temple, which cannot tolerate the slightest impurity, is strewn with corpses. Neither Buddhist monks nor believers died peacefully; their bodies were dismembered, skulls shattered, and their deaths were so horrifying that it was unbearable to look at!
Inside the temple, there is a towering statue of Buddha with a benevolent face, sketching a smile of universal compassion, seated cross-legged on a high throne. Yet, in front of this sacred and inviolate statue lies a high monk, vomiting blood and barely alive on the ground, a sharp blade embedded in his chest. A black-robed man stands before him, looking indifferently at the high monk.
