The old Hei Niu from the back mountain of Qingyang Sect always loves to dig his hoofs at the Big Dipper.
When the handyman disciple Cao Hanzhi counted the withheld monthly money for the thirteenth time, he never expected to be dragged down a hundred-foot cliff by this beast. The starry jade slips in the bronze box made him tremble. The phantom of the old man in the box crossed his legs and ate the roasted chicken: "Boy, have you ever seen the formation of the Milky Way in the cowshed in the middle of the night?"
On the day when the bullwhip was used to crush the spirit-testing stone, the jade plaque of the girl in red burned the star pattern hidden in his palm.
The star-patterned grass that ripened during the watering of the spirit field grew wildly under the moon. The blue steel sword tempered by the Milky Way, which was wielded by the outer sect master, split open the restriction of the star palace that had not been explored for three thousand years.
When the star-spotted mummy climbed out of the sarcophagus, and the "Xuantian" jade pendant hanging from his waist resonated with the bronze box in Cao Hanzhi's arms, he was shocked to realize that the starry debris regurgitated by the old black bull had already eaten holes in the entire chess game of the world of immortality.
"They all say that practicing spiritual practice requires cutting off all the karma in the world." Cao Hanzhi squatted on the roof of the cowshed, watching the stars in the sky turn into chess records, "But no one told me that this karma in the world is a damn thing that has been soaked in the galaxy for three thousand years!"
