I Am Jigong: From the Start, I Save Earthly Immortals by Rolling Mud Pills

Aside from Ji Gong, there's basically nothing good about Buddhism; all the stories related to Buddhism are tragedies.

With a single sword strike, he can cleave the heavens; with another, immortals kneel; with yet another, he can guard the heavens. The immortal cries out: "Don't come any closer!!!"

In every novel like this, the protagonist who roams the world freely has to encounter Huang Rong, and she's always made to be the cook. I'm really tired of seeing this; it makes Huang Rong seem like the only protagonist.

You think you can dissipate the fortune of my Longhu Mountain? Be careful, the Three Pure Ones might slap you, the Arhat Subduing Dragon, to death!

Ji Gong? Just an unfaithful, unjust, and unfilial person.

A mere Arhat dares to meddle with the fortune of Longhu Mountain; even Buddha wouldn't dare. It's one of the ancestral temples of Taoism.

If you brought a protagonist who had just died back to life, that would be fine, but you're trying to revive someone who's been dead for decades? Wouldn't that create chaos? Don't you understand how impactful this news is?! If you can't even grasp this basic principle, you might as well write a book by Kunba!

It's the same old routine; Wang Xianzhi only showed up when the book was about to be released.

The setting is supposedly dozens of Earths in size, but in reality, it's not much bigger than a prefecture-level city. Everyone can teleport back and forth within a day, using teleportation cheats; traveling tens of thousands of kilometers a day is no problem. News spreads throughout the entire land in a single day, even reaching the information-isolated Peach Blossom Island in a short time?

You want to eat the mud balls off your body?