He spent hundreds of years sweeping the pagodas in Lingshan Mountain, and he practiced spiritual practice to wash away his madness.
A gust of wind from thousands of miles away made him return home again.
Huangfengling fell, the mute wind demon devoured souls and took lives, and the lives of the people in their hometown were devastated.
He carried the breath bag down the mountain, but ran into a blood feud from generation to generation - the descendant of Tang Monk and the groom.
Old hatred is like fire, new calamity is like wind.
He is hot-tempered and irritable, but he values his promises and despises his life;
He has incredible magical powers, but he has an old wound on his nose;
He was once an evil monster, but now he wants to be a patron saint.
The divine wind of Samadhi sweeps across the heaven and earth, and he does not hesitate to cultivate for a hundred years to attract thunder from the sky to suppress the eye of the wind.
When the enemy finally put down his sword, he sighed softly:
"You look more human than you did back then."
He just said lightly:
"What comes in the wind must go out in the wind."
