In a world of immortal martial arts, Qin Hao transmigrates into a realm ravaged by war and overrun with demons. Born into a Buddhist sect, he cultivates **Buddhist martial arts. From then on, the world gains a white-robed monk who enters the Dao through martial arts, holy as a Buddha when he bows his head and wicked as a demon when he looks up!
Twelve Gates Golden Bell Shield: Invulnerable to blades and spears, indestructible as diamond, with endless internal energy that reflects every attack!
Ultimate Nine Suns Divine Art: When activated, it is like nine suns in the sky. It can draw on the power of the sun and stars, burning mountains and boiling seas!
Yijin Jing: Transforms the muscles and marrow, remakes the body, unlocks potential, and opens the Six Supernatural Powers of Buddhism: the Divine Eye, Divine Ear, Mind Reading, Knowledge of Past Lives, Divine Foot, and Exhaustion of Outflows!
Qin Hao: "No one has ever been able to show off in front of me, and no one can withstand a single punch from me. Sure, I flirt with women, drink, and kill, but I'm a good monk!"
P.S. An invincible wish-fulfillment novel, five chapters a day. Begging for likes and ratings! o
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
I am the president of the System Guild. Today, 999 systems will be distributed on a first-come, first-served basis. As long as you reply 1, you can get a system.
The author is a loyal believer in Buddhism and is hopeless. He recommends cremation (Buddhism is the ancestor of MLM organizations)
Whoever dares to reply to me, I will curse him to be immortal, live a hundred years, be destined to be the emperor of Europe, be molested by the goddess every night, and still get a system. I solemnly say it again, don't reply randomly!!!
A confused person has a confused road. There is a tree beside the road. There are fruits on the tree. There is me under the tree. I got up and walked on the road. I bumped into the tree next to it. On the tree. There is you, and we fall together. In this life, we sleep in the grave of a fool. In this life and after death, we are a fool's soul. In the next life, we will be a fool. We will cultivate and become a fool. We will taste the forbidden fruit and be demoted as a human! There are fruit on the tree, you and me are sitting under the tree, we sleep in the grave in this life, we will still be people in the next life, we are confused by the way of the world, we are confused by the medicine, we are fooling around in life, we meet our friends by chance in this life, we continue to walk in the next life, if God has love, we will be confused, it is a pity that people are not realistic, our words are confusing, and life is the most ecstasy!
Since I am writing about a monk, as for the female protagonist, I suggest that either there should be no female protagonist or just one. If there are too many, it will collapse.
While others have been practicing for decades, your cheating is equivalent to practicing for more than a hundred or hundreds of years, and you are still the same as others or even worse. You should use cheating.
After accepting a dozen closed disciples, and a year later, three more closed disciples were admitted. Is your door broken and unable to be closed?
Don't run away with a knife or an umbrella on a rainy night. I recognized you. It turns out you came here. You actually came to write this kind of Rakhi martial arts novel. Can you please pick up your old book and write an H novel? I want to read that. I'll update it quickly.
You remind me of an author who carries a knife without an umbrella on a rainy night (you can check it out if he is the author of pornographic books)
When I saw the author's name, I couldn't help but think of my great achievements in reading all the works in Yuwan without an umbrella.