Fantasy Melon Seeds, I Use Them to Bury the Gods

Outside the formation, dynasties were changing, sects were in conflict, and Nine Nether Ghosts were walking around the world at night; inside the formation, the weather had been good for sixty years, and chickens and dogs had heard each other. Until that night, the green ox came through the mist, and the old Taoist broke through the formation and entered the village with a measuring ruler. Only then did Lin Qinghe realize that the peace he had guarded since childhood had never been a gift from God, but someone had blocked a whole century of cause and effect for him. A roll of remnant silk emerges from the depths of a dry well. If the world gets it, inner demons will be everywhere; if the dynasty gets it, luck will backfire; if the devil gets it, Kyushu will fall. The person who happened to be able to suppress it was a young man in green shirt who had never been out of the village, could only play the bamboo flute, and even killed chickens with a frown. He originally just wanted to live. But after traveling all the way east, he discovered that it wasn't just Jiuyou Xie Sui who was chasing him, and it wasn't just the demons who wanted to seize the scroll. The old ministers of the dynasty, the sect's overhaul, the frontier cavalry, hundreds of schools of thought, and the demon clan of the wasteland are all waiting for this remnant of silk to appear. And what's even more terrifying is—— There seemed to be a voice waiting for him to open the remaining scroll. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.