Me: I Knelt Before Buddha for Three Thousand Years. Buddha: Don't You Have Anything Better to Do?

704 我 I'm Here to Turn Up the Heat in the Cultivation World The Angler Who Catches Big FishEastern Fantasy2.3M WordsOngoing 179.2kReads9.1Score15.2kShelves

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If you are involved in the world of immortality, you will risk your life if you break through! The male protagonist awakens to the "death-seeking system" and becomes more invincible the closer he is to death. As soon as he kills the Nascent Soul, he is chased by Heavenly Dao. The master's wife also secretly stuffs him with a secret treasure that defies heaven... Can he conquer the immortal world despite the curse?

718 洪 I Am the Taoist Lord in Charge of the Prehistoric Times Peach Laughs and Asks the Spring BreezeEastern Fantasy984k WordsCompleted 32Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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The Buddha performs ten thousand ways, and uses the Buddha's way of killing to move the three thousand avenues.

719 守 Boundary Keeper: What Is the Boundary? Vampire and Yellow Skin Jasmine Candy Balls15k WordsCompleted 8Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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The characters created by the author are vivid, the plot is compact, and there is no shortage of fireworks and intrigue!

721 毒 Mr. Poisonous Tongue King Takes Me to Eat Melon Together Orange Cat Overwhelms KangModern Romance310k WordsCompleted 50Reads8.8Score—Shelves

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This book is not Holy Mother at all. If you don't accept it, just do it.

722 顾 Gu Yizhong Was Reborn Before the Plot of Guzhou Not Iced TeaUrban1.3M WordsOngoing 699Reads8.1Score102Shelves

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Lots of original plots

723 我 I Am the Key to the Consciousness of the Galaxy Lilac StarsSci-Fi & Apocalypse1.3M WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Wow, let's read these books

738 镇 The Sky-Holding Coffin, Tide 1Modern Romance185k WordsCompleted 1Reads—Score—Shelves

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Afternoon in Mo Yuanzhai The rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River is always like this. The air is full of water vapor, weighing heavily on the chest, making people breathless. Chen Guan pushed up the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his fingertips gently brushed the yellowed "Shan Hai Jing" in front of him, his movements as gentle as stroking a baby's cheek. It was very quiet in Mo Yuanzhai. The only sounds that could be heard were the patter of rain outside the window and the squeaking and turning of the old fan. The bookstore is small, with three walls occupied by bookshelves reaching to the ceiling. The air is filled with the unique aroma of old paper pages and ink, mixed with the lingering musty smell of the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River. This is a bookstore converted from a century-old house facing the street, an industry left by Chen Guan's grandfather. The wooden floor has been polished by the years, and it will make a slight creaking sound when you step on it, as if it is telling some ancient story. "Boss Chen, please wrap up this "Commentaries on the Book of Songs" for me." The voice of a regular customer broke the afternoon tranquility. Chen Guan raised his head and showed a gentle smile: "Teacher Li, you're welcome. I'll wrap it up for you." He skillfully wrapped the book in kraft paper and tied it with string to make it strong and beautiful. Teacher Li is a retired professor from a nearby university and a frequent customer of the store. He likes these thread-bound ancient books the most. "You kid, your book-repairing skills are getting better and better." Teacher Li took the book and looked at a newly restored diary of the Republic of China on the counter with admiration. "I thought that the "Shui Jing Zhu" that was so worm-eaten a few days ago was hopeless. You can actually restore it to its original state. You really have the true inheritance of Mr. Chen." Chen Guan smiled modestly: "Grandpa taught you well." After seeing off Teacher Li, Chen Guan returned to the workbench and continued to repair the Republic of China diary. The owner of the diary is a woman named Lin Wanqing, and it records her life as a student in Shanghai in the 1930s. The pages have turned yellow and become brittle, and many of the writings are blurred. Chen Guan has an unknown secret - when he touches old objects with all his concentration, especially those with text, he can vaguely perceive the emotions or fragments related to them. He called it "paper memory" and always thought it was just the result of a combination of his overly rich imagination and empathy. At this moment, when he carefully unfolded a page of the diary that was almost stuck together with tweezers, a faint sadness suddenly surged into his heart. Wherever his fingertips touched, he seemed to see a young woman wearing a light blue cheongsam, writing a letter under the dim light, with wet tears hanging from the corners of her eyes. "It's this feeling again." Chen Guan shook his head, trying to dispel the sudden emotion. He has been unwilling to delve into the truth of this ability, preferring to believe that it is just his sensitivity and empathy for history. The rain fell harder, knocking on the glass windows of the bookstore, forming a curtain of water. Chen Guan stood up and was about to turn on the light, but the doorbell rang at this moment. A soaked courier stood at the door, holding a package in his hand: "Mr. Chen Guan's express delivery, please sign for it." Chen Guan was a little surprised. He hadn't purchased anything online recently. When he took the package, he noticed that it was a palm-sized wooden box. The material was dark and cold to the touch. There was no sender information on it, only Mo Yuanzhai's address and his name, which were written in small regular script with a calligraphy brush. The handwriting was simple and powerful. "Who sent it?" He asked the courier. The courier shook his head: "I don't know. I received it at the station and said it must be delivered to you in person." After that, he hurriedly left and plunged into the rain again. Chen Guan returned to the counter with the wooden box and gently rubbed the surface of the box with his fingers. The wood is delicate and does not look like common wood. The lid is engraved with cloud patterns and the workmanship is exquisite. It looks like it has been around for a while. He hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist his curiosity and opened the box carefully. Inside the box is a dark purple silk cushion, with a dark brown scroll lying quietly on it. The material of the scroll is strange, it looks like skin but not skin, and its tentacles are cold. Even in the sultry rainy season, it exudes a chill. The scroll was tied with a black ribbon, and a dark green bead was strung on the ribbon, exuding a faint luster. Chen Guan held his breath, gently untied the ribbon, and slowly unfolded the scroll. The writing on the scroll was something he had never seen before—twisted like a snake or a star trail, completely unreadable. But the strange thing is that these words seem to be alive, attracting his attention. He unconsciously stretched out his fingers and touched the words lightly. The moment his fingertips touched the scroll, he felt a strong sense of dizziness, and the light in the bookstore seemed to dim. Chen Guan suddenly retracted his hand, his heart beating faster. "What's going on?" He muttered to himself, rerolled the scroll and put it into the wooden box. In the next few hours, Chen Guan remained uneasy. He tried to continue repairing the Republic of China diary, but he couldn't help but glance at the wooden box placed on the corner of the counter. The rain didn't stop, the sky gradually darkened, and the bookstore became even darker. It's time to close the shop. Chen Guan stood up to pack it away, and his eyes fell on the wooden box again. Somehow, he opened the box again, took out the scroll, and unfolded it inch by inch on the counter. This time, he took out a pen and paper and tried to copy the words on it. The tip of the pen landed on the rice paper, and he concentrated on tracing the first character. The character looks like a half-closed eye or a slightly open door. The moment he finished the last stroke, the desk lamp suddenly flickered a few times, and the temperature in the bookstore suddenly dropped. Chen Guan shuddered and was surprised to find that the characters he completed on the paper were almost identical to the original characters on the scroll, as if his hand was guided by some invisible force. What's even stranger is that after completing this character, he felt an unprecedented sense of exhaustion, and his eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly open them. "It's so evil." Chen Guan muttered, hurriedly rolled up the scroll and locked it in the safe under the counter. He decided not to think about the strange package for now until the weather cleared tomorrow. After closing the store, Chen Guan returned to his residence on the second floor of the bookstore. After having a simple dinner and washing up, he lay on the bed, but he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. The strange scroll and the words on it lingered in his mind. After an unknown amount of time, he finally fell asleep. In his sleep, he found himself standing in a strange space, surrounded by floating words, which were the strange symbols on the scroll. They danced around him like fireflies, forming strange patterns. A ray of light came from a distance, and there seemed to be a vague figure in the light, waving to him. Chen Guan wanted to get closer, but found that he could not move. The words began to spin faster and faster, forming a whirlpool that was about to swallow him... "No!" Chen Guan suddenly woke up from his dream and found himself covered in cold sweat. Outside the window, it was just dawning, the rain had stopped, and the morning light poured into the room through the gaps in the curtains. He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get up to wash up, but suddenly he froze in place - on the desk, there was a piece of paper spread out, filled with unfamiliar sacrificial inscriptions, and the handwriting was clearly his own. And he had no impression of this. Chen Guan's heart sank. The scroll was far weirder than he imagined.

748 头 Alpha Wolf Ⅱ Covers the Sky with One Hand XunfeiUrban3.1M WordsCompleted 28.8kReads9.1Score2.9kShelves

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Look at this, if you don't like it, you can just blast me online. I have 9 accounts in all applications and more than 10,000 hours of work. I have seen it from when tomatoes were red fruits to now. Believe me, it's so cool.

749 修 Cultivation of Immortals and Royal Divine Strategies AfanniuUrban1.9M WordsOngoing 67Reads8.3Score—Shelves

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I couldn't help but push it twice because it looks so good. .

750 一 One Person, One Pig and One Turtle Go to Cultivate Immortality. It's so Funny That I Can't Live Anymore. Han HongEastern Fantasy2.1M WordsCompleted 15.8kReads8.5Score1.6kShelves

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Was it a disaster to be framed just after time travel? She used her space to stock up on supplies and made her enemies kneel down to beg for mercy. Even the aloof Immortal Lord chased after her to protect her! Do you think this counterattack is enough? Two female protagonists form a team in the end of the world. One can control ice and freeze zombies, and the other can make weapons to blast them wildly. However, they suddenly discover that there is a big conspiracy hidden in the truth of the end of the world! Can they survive until the finale?