Carrying Hell on My Back, the King of Hell Trembles When He Sees Me

The ratings have just been released and will increase later. Traditional supernatural ☞No heroine ☞Buddhist supernatural powers ☞Taoist secrets ☞Xuanmen secrets My mother, who had never been pregnant after her marriage, became ill and sought medical treatment in a hurry. She ran to the Ksitigarbha Temple in Jiuhua Mountain to beg for a child, but she slipped and was killed under the altar. After carrying the body home, she unexpectedly came back to life, became pregnant, and gave birth to me, a ghost child carrying hell. Grandma is a well-known goddess who can see through the yin and yang of gods and ghosts. When she saw me carrying hell, my eyes shed tears of blood, and said that the world was not tolerable for me. There were catastrophes when I was three years old and when I was twelve years old. Either I died or someone else died, so I was destined to be miserable at eighteen. When I was three years old, demons and ghosts besieged the village and wanted to eat my flesh and blood. They almost killed the whole family. Thanks to the timely arrival of the eminent monk from Ksitigarbha Hall, the danger was averted. When I was twelve years old, I was born with a strange phenomenon. A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood appeared in the sky above the whole village. The ghost king of Mangshan came to my door with his Yin soldiers, hoping to seize my body and achieve the realm of ghosts and immortals. All the eminent monks from Ksitigarbha Hall came out and set up the Vajra Boruo array, but they were unable to stop the Mangshan Ghost King. At the critical moment of life and death, a monk came riding on the wind and defeated the enemy with one move. The Ghost King of Mangshan retreated knowing the difficulty. My destiny also changed dramatically with their arrival. When I was eighteen years old, I took over my grandmother's temple and embarked on a strange and bizarre road that ordinary people could not imagine. With a Buddha in your heart and a sword in your hand, you can save all sentient beings, and you can also use thunderous means. There is no room left when you have kind thoughts, and there is no room left when you draw the sword. The Zen staff shines with golden light, the orb brings back good souls, the magic sword condenses purple electricity, the spell suppresses all evil spirits... Take a step back to disturb my Taoist mind, and tolerate disturbing my pure practice for a while. Taoism is natural. If you don't accept it, just do it...