On the day of my grandfather's water burial, I couldn't come back to see him off.
When I returned to the village four years later, his soul was still trapped under the glacier and refused to leave.
They said it was because the mountain god's contract was not completed and they wanted another reincarnated soul boy from my family to replace him.
I laughed.
Rule? Who sets the rules? Mountain god?
That's just right. I took the explosives up the mountain and asked it face to face.
They said I was blaspheming.
I laughed.
Since there can be Namo Gatling Bodhisattva in this world, the only thing that saves all sentient beings is the six pure depleted uranium bullets.
Then why can't I have one more Explosive Buddha?
I don't care about the spirits and monsters, the old philosophers of the earth line, and the mountain god contract.
Anyone who dares to touch me, I will let you taste what it means to explode the Buddha's first sermon.
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This is the first time I read this type of novel [shocked], especially the elements of folklore and ghosts, which are very novel. I hope the author will write more [please update]