The ruins will be opened, and all souls will be sacrificed!
Lightning struck the library, and my soul passed through a mass grave—with a hot broken copper plate embedded in my heart.
In the title of God, Nezha committed suicide and his soul was imprisoned. I borrowed 100,000 troops to break the Netherworld Formation;
In Journey to the West, the Great Sage Qitian called me senior brother. The spread of Buddhism to the east was actually to suppress demons;
Zhuge Kongming in the Three Kingdoms was critically ill. I took the remaining water from the pure bottle and one hundred thousand merits to prolong his life for three days.
I accumulate merit by doing good deeds, and my merit will last my life - will heaven take a cut? I prefer to deposit my merits in the bank!
