Cultivation in this world turns out to be a huge scam.
Deep in the aura breathed out by the monks, the good and evil remains of ancient gods and demons lurk. Some people refine their good thoughts into a glass heart, and lotuses are born every step of the way; some people feed their evil spirits into Shura bones, and a sea of blood surges to the sky.
And I am the chosen "Lamp Holder".
Refining hundreds of years of good souls in the left hand can save thousands of lives, and burning all the evil souls of the past in the right hand can suppress eight famines and disasters. As the wick turns on and off, you can see:
In order to save the common people, the holy monks of the Buddhist country made meritorious incense ashes from hundreds of thousands of infected people.
The demonic witch cut open her heart and fed it to a tiger, while the evil devil from the anti-religion hell died in tears.
The heaven issued an edict: "Burn all good souls, and there will be no disasters in this world forever."——
The last ray of good soul is tied to my dying lover.
The lamp will tilt, illuminating the nine layers of darkness:
This magnificent avenue was originally a roadbed paved with the corpses of good people.
The clear principles of heaven have long been corroded by evil desires.
I hold my double blades with a smile and slash at the eternal night:
If light needs to be fueled by kindness, it would be better to let this human world fall forever!
