Container for Taoist Tribulation: Gods and Buddhas Are Not Allowed to Enter, I Have Mysophobia

There is a Buddha and a demon living in my mind. Buddha said: Letting go is bliss. The devil said: Only after death can there be new life. The funny thing is that I, the container that is being fought over by Buddhas and demons, am being shot by countless bows and crossbows. And just now, my mother used her body to break the first crossbow arrow for me. Buddha and demon were silent. But silence cannot escape the consequences, and disaster will eventually come. I sang the prelude to destruction: "The blood of Xuanyin has no relatives, and I use my life to summon the soul of the world." He opened his eyes. He crushed the Buddha spirit like an ant and took control of the magic pattern. I rest in peace. "Duan Gen, your mother is not dead yet, your mother can still be saved!" "Duan Gen, the world is ruined and you still want to save a hammer, why don't you wake up soon." I heard it. Some people said that my mother was not dead and that she could be saved. I suddenly decided to resurrect my mother, but I was hunted down every day. So: the demon woke and slept, slept and woke, woke and slept, until he cut himself off with a knife and cut me off. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.