Taojun, Please Spare My Life
by Blowing Snow In The Twelfth Lunar Month
About This Novel
"My name is Wang Lin, and I am a monk. They all call me Wang Daojun, but secretly they call me Wang Laomo." "I don't blame them because I'm a nice, affable person." One round of diamond carving, twelve golden bamboo seals, Tu Bo suppresses the prison, arrests the gods and dispatches the ghosts! In this world of "human-eating" immortality, Wang Lin, who traveled through time and space, became the only one with an unimpeded path!
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