
I Became a Saint by Telling Stories
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I have been telling stories in mortal teahouses for three hundred years, and the listeners just thought I was a down-and-out monk. That day, the most wanted demon broke in and exploded with spiritual power, destroying half of the city. When the pursuers arrived, I served tea and blew on the mist: "Be quiet, don't scare the tea guests." The demon and his magic weapon were instantly annihilated into ashes. In the dead silence of the whole hall, I caught a glimpse of the magic weapon in the sleeves of the Ninth Prince of the current dynasty shining brightly in the corner. A gap suddenly opened in the sky outside the window, and giant eyes burning with white flames slowly opened. --The Eye of Heaven, specializes in hunting saints.
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