I Have a Qianbao Pavilion

The convenience store run by the Buddhist Xianyu He Pan hides a mysterious shop that connects Yin and Yang. The ancient ferocious beast Fu Dou posted a short video with his legs crossed: "Contemporary humans are really interesting. Is it worth exchanging the good fortune of three generations for instant wealth?" The red oil-paper umbrella rewinds time and requires cutting out the bones and blood; the bronze cauldron resurrects the dead and sacrifices their loved ones. When the wealthy lady pushed open the door in the moonlight at 4:30 in the morning, her trembling fingertips pointed at the pair of peony embroidered shoes: "I want my husband to change his mind." He Pan stirred the instant noodles and chuckled: "Anyone who wears these shoes will eventually become fertilizer in a mass grave." The radio suddenly broadcast a death notice, and the matryoshka doll had slit scarlet pupils. The tip of Fu Dou's claws lit up with real fire: "The price of this transaction is eating the entire city." And deep inside the counter, in the bronze mirror that reflected no human figure, He Pan's sealed memories three thousand years ago were seeping out... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.