This is a story about a monk who transformed himself into a calamity. This is the story of his transformation into a god. Later generations have witnessed the words he left behind on his way to becoming a god. There is a saying:
"Plum blossoms bury the bones with invisible swords, and the breeze transforms Su Yunxian into evil spirits. Even in the winter, the Qing Emperor is hard to find, and the world is sad and dead.
The faint fragrance and sparse shadows paint Emei, and the echo of the dark wind makes people sad. Regardless of the monsters and demons, look at my sword and cut off all injustice!
Step on the river, wander freely, laugh loudly in the wind, extinguish the evil spirits, tremble in the sky, and startle the nine heavens!
In the mirror of samsara within the realm of samsara, there are three lives under the stone and three lives of sorrow. In front of the mountain there is me shouting: The sword is coming! Here comes the sword!
After killing his life and establishing the way of heaven, when the young man returned, he saw fireworks. The so-called human world was just a scene. "
Reader comments
It's quite interesting, but it's a pity that I stopped updating it early. I hope the author can settle down and write again.
It's quite interesting, but it's a pity that I stopped updating it early. I hope the author can settle down and write again.