After learning the scriptures, Tianting and Lingshan made a game.
They bet on the luck of the human dynasty, and the winner will enjoy a thousand years of incense.
Therefore, the march of the Jin soldiers south was "destiny", the destruction of Bianjing was a "catastrophe", and the lights of thousands of families were just cold numbers on the account books.
Until three chess pieces that were supposed to be silent overturned the chessboard.
Yang Jian, the god of justice, tore up the rule of law that he had revised with his own hands: "This time, I will not follow order."
Nezha, the great god of Santanhaihui, pointed his fire-tipped spear at his former colleagues: "I earn my merits by myself!"
After defeating the Buddha in the battle, Sun Wukong broke the hoop on his head: "I, Sun, will no longer worship this Buddha!"
When all the gods and Buddhas are enemies, I will rebel against this world for the sake of this common people!
"Heaven? Spiritual Mountain?" Sun Wukong looked at the sky full of immortals and Buddhas and grinned.
"Old Sun was able to hit it back then, but now he can break it again!"
