Heaven has been closed for three hundred years, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky have pretended to be deaf and dumb. The plutocrats in the Yang world have an affair with the Taoist sect, and use Feng Shui tactics to trap tens of thousands of living people into "blood bags" that absorb Yang's longevity.
Seventeen years later, a young man wearing a washed gray cloth coat and carrying a torn canvas bag re-entered this muddy world.
He has no Taoist Qi, nor does he practice Buddhist Vajra. In his hand, there was only a dark yellow ancient book and a dark writing brush.
Your name is not in the book of life and death, and your soul is not left in the judge's pen!
His name is Lin Jiuyuan, the current chief deacon of the Underworld Punishment Department. He returned to the world not to cultivate immortality, but to check accounts, kill people, and set rules!
Behind him, there are three "madmen" who are desperate for their lives:
A thug monk wearing a tight suit and covered in dark gold Sanskrit, never chants sutras, and only relies on a pair of iron fists to "physically save" a century-old demon;
A mortal man with gray hair on his temples, holding the Bone Demon Suona of the Ming Dynasty Palace, played the song "Farewell to the Gods", and played and knelt down a hundred thousand Yin soldiers;
There is also a blind beggar who plays the erhu on the street. When he encounters injustice, he pulls out his bloody ribs and cuts off the Huangquan Naihe Bridge with a cold sword!
The famous and upright people called him a heretic, and the three-thousand-year-old pre-Qin demon set out to destroy the world. Even the Tenth Palace of Hell wanted to see him die.
Lin Jiuyuan just calmly opened the book of life and death, and made a volley with the judge's pen in his hand:
"Gods can't control the rules of this world."
"Then I'll decide."
"Whoever rebels will be killed by me!"
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