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When Deadly Cold Eyes Restart Destiny
When Yan Zhiwei opened his eyes, the cold eyes had already swallowed up the destiny of the three realms, and the world called him the son of disaster. And Lu Zhaoheng, the lone sword bearer with the Heavenly Secret Lock on his back, was ordered to kill these rebels. The two met on the night of the blood moon's collapse. One eye consecrated the gods and one sword cut off lives. However, in the life-and-death confrontation, they discovered the ancient resonance deep in each other's blood. When the
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Journey to the West: the Prison-Suppressing Monk
One hundred and eight thousand miles, fourteen years of cold and summer, spring and autumn, ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties - these numbers are engraved on every volume of scripture, and they are also engraved in the bones and blood of every person who learns the scriptures.
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Journey to the West Tianma Scroll
The bells of Daleiyin Temple have been ringing for three days and three nights. The sound of the bell is unlike anything in the human world. Every time it is struck, a circle of golden light fills the water of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool in the Western Paradise. The lotus flowers in the pool bloom and wither with the sound. In the time between blooming and withering, it is a whole day and night. Three thousand Buddhas, five hundred Arhats, eight Bodhisattvas, and four Vajras all appeared in
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Change Your Way of Living in This Life
Cheng Yaojin choked on his own blood and woke up. He smacked his mouth, and the fishy sweetness surged up from his throat, into his mouth, and then flowed down the corners of his mouth, onto his neck, and into the seams of his armor, making the inner clothes sticky. He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt like they had been sewn shut from the inside with a riding crop, making them too heavy to lift. The rumbling in my ears was not thunder, but the sound of thousands of horses galloping
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Qitian New Tribulation
On the coast of the East China Sea, on the top of the Flower and Fruit Mountain. Next to a five-color Ganoderma lucidum, a golden-haired monkey reclines. His eyes were half-closed, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. His right hand was resting on his knee casually, while his left hand was twisting a fairy peach. The peach was crystal clear and exuded a fragrant aroma that ripens once every three thousand years...
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