Bodhisattva Is Pretty, Thousand-Year-Old Lock

The brave and tenacious fake Bodhisattva is paired with the ruthless Black True Chitose. For ten years in the Buddhist hall, she recited the Purana Sutra and remembered the blood feud. He has been the Supervisor of Ceremonies for ten years. He holds the book of life and death and hides the life-killing body. People all over the capital say that the orphan girl in Zhenbei Palace is a clay Bodhisattva who eats fast and chants Buddha's name, and is extremely weak. Everyone in the capital also said that 9,000-year-old Du Yanying was the reincarnation of the ghost of Yama, killing people like hemp and disowning all his relatives. No one knew that underneath the clay statue lay half of his late father's marching map. No one knew that beneath the waistband of the python robe, there was a crime of deceiving the emperor that destroyed the nine tribes. They each have their own Shura path. Until that spring when it rained heavily, she was holding an umbrella in green clothes in the imperial garden, her gauze fluttering, her beautiful body and bones, like the bright moon in the sky, suddenly descending to the earth. He stood on the porch and watched from a distance, and for the first time his desire to kill others moved in a place he shouldn't have moved. Then came the temptation, the confrontation, the flash of swords and shadows, when she showed her sharp edge at him, and the bloody storm when he blocked the cold arrow for her. Two people who are supposed to be careless and loveless, in the dark night of the palace, meet their opponents and become each other's weaknesses. From killing each other to relying on each other, from asking for one's life to sacrificing one's life. People all over the capital say that Yama will demolish the Buddhist temple sooner or later. But they didn't know that when Yama knelt before the Buddha for the first time, he wanted to ask the clay Bodhisattva to save him from the sin of killing for half his life. Li Sheyi smiled. On the night of the wedding, he lifted her hijab and laughed softly: "Good Bodhisattva, if you can't save me, I will lock you up for the rest of your life." She looked up at him, with a fire in her eyes that had not been extinguished for ten years: "Du Yanying, who said you wouldn't be the one to cross me this time?" When we kill each other, our swords are bloody; when we love each other, every inch of our love is to the bone.