Bearing the Pains of Hell, I Master Both Buddhism and Daoism to Subdue Demons and Ghosts

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Traditional supernatural horror ☞ No female lead ☞ Buddhist powers ☞ Taoist arts and secret techniques ☞ Mysteries of the mystic sects

After years of marriage without a child, my mother, desperate enough to try anything, went to the Ksitigarbha Hall at Mount Jiuhua to pray for a child. She lost her footing and fell to her death beneath the altar.

After her body was carried home, she came back to life and became pregnant, giving birth to me, a ghostly child carrying hell on my back.

My grandmother was a renowned local medium, able to perceive the worlds of yin and yang and communicate with ghosts and spirits. When she saw hell on my back, blood tears streamed from her eyes. She said heaven and earth would not tolerate me, and that I would face a great calamity at ages three and twelve. Either I would die or someone else would, and I was destined not to live past eighteen.

When I was three, demons and ghosts surrounded our village, wanting to devour my flesh and blood. They nearly destroyed my whole family, but the timely arrival of senior monks from the Ksitigarbha Hall saved us.

When I was twelve, strange signs appeared in the sky. A mountain of corpses and sea of blood materialized over the entire village, and the Ghost King of Mangshan led an army of the dead to our door, hoping to seize my body and become a ghost immortal.

The senior monks of the Ksitigarbha Hall all came out and set up the Vajra Prajna Formation, but even that couldn’t stop the Ghost King of Mangshan.

At the brink of life and death, a monk and a Taoist priest came riding on the wind. They defeated the enemy with a single move, and the Ghost King of Mangshan withdrew, knowing he was outmatched. Their arrival changed the course of my fate.

At eighteen, I took over my grandmother’s shrine and embarked on a strange and uncanny path beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

With Buddha in my heart and a blade in my hand, I can guide all beings to salvation, or unleash thunderous force. I spare no effort when showing compassion, and leave no room for hesitation when drawing my blade.

The Zen staff shines with golden light, the sacred orb guides kind souls home, the ritual sword gathers violet lightning, and talismans suppress demons and reveal every evil...

Take one step back and you’ll unsettle my faith; endure for a moment and you’ll disturb my cultivation. The Tao follows nature. If you won’t submit, then fight...