
From the Ninth Grade Land Liver to the Co-lord of Heaven!
About This Novel
Green smoke spreads over the ruins, the shrines are mottled, and the clay body lowers its eyes without saying a word. Who would have remembered that in the year of the edict, old people were burning yellow under the platform of the Government of the People's Republic of China, and those prayers for spring and autumn to protect the countryside, and to ward off disasters, became gradually colder and forgotten, absurd and desolate, and finally fell into pieces. ... Half a volume of residual god status, how many dawn bells are there? When the Kyushu Shinto was in decline, Lin Qi opened his eyes and became the ninth-grade land of Qinghuai Village with its mud and paint peeling off. Spider silk hung from the beams to make a tent, rats gnawed confessions into nests, and the Black Water River Bodhisattva and the Jiao teamed up, plotting to swallow up the last three acres of his sacred land... When the peddler's locust leaf boat carries the souls of those who died in vain across the Styx, when the scholar dipped his blue and white literary style into writing a petition to the gods, when three hundred poems from the Book of Songs were filled into the stove to ignite the fire of heaven... In the well, a fish leaps over the dragon gate; outside the temple, a white fox holds the imperial edict and knocks on the shrine:\
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Official(1)Scraped 19d ago
Too little. It looks pretty good, but too little. .
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Official(1)Scraped 19d ago
Too little. It looks pretty good, but too little. .









