The handsome eagle dog of the imperial court vs. The flower of Buddhism's high mountains
In the third year of Zhenghe, Buddhism wanted to reshape the Netherworld with "faith power".
When Wang Tong, the secretary of the imperial city, handed in his resignation, he just wanted to avoid the ghost market that swallowed up the souls. But by the time he saw the rotting face of his colleague clearly in the night fog, it was too late.
Behind him, Zhang Ruhui pointed his sword at the huge lotus lantern deep in the sea of blood. His Taoist robes were flying, and the white cat on his shoulder had blue eyes like torches.
The mandala blooms, and the realm of yin and yang is shattered. The gate of hell is open, keep strangers away.
The ending is HE, readers please feel free to consume it.
Intention: Fireworks in this world are precious, no matter how rich you are in the next life.