Bodhisattva, please help me in my spiritual practice!

[This is a game between the old and the new era.] [The ironclad rules of the new era forbid the existence of the demons and monsters of the old era, yet the demons and monsters lurk in the shadows, yearning for the light.] [Heirs of the new era, you will not allow the ironclad rules set by your ancestors to be violated! Take up your weapons and defend your era!] Ao Peng looked at the suddenly appearing game and fell into deep thought. Then he looked at the games of others. [If you choose the left path, you will be bitten to death by the weasel.] [If you choose the right path, you will be bitten to death by the weasel.] [If you choose the middle path, you will still be bitten to death by the weasel.] So he prepared to try a different way of playing… When he possessed the three poisons, surrounded by the five turbidities, spewing karmic fire, transforming into a nine-foot-tall drought demon, and stepped into the Putuo Temple, the lotus withered, and the pond water became murky. His six senses were impure, and the five signs of decay appeared in the heavens and man. Ao Peng looked at the Guanyin statue with the fish basket in front of him and said, "Bodhisattva, you wouldn't want me to be born in this form and harm all living beings, would you?" "Therefore, I beg the Bodhisattva to have mercy and, for the sake of all living beings, help me cultivate!"