In the Western Wasteland stands a mountain where snow falls all year round. In Mi'e lies a sea, split in two by a single blade.
Two sayings have been passed down among the gods: Before Jingguang, see this mountain white. After Mi'e, see this mountain on your knees.
Remember that, and you'll stay safe.
The young immortal gazed up at Kunlun. "Do I really have to kneel?"
The old immortal lit a stick of incense. "There are the Heavenly Emperor above and the Demon Lord below. Do you know why, after the great battle at Mi'e, they both died at home?"
The young immortal's legs gave way, and he fell to his knees before the green mountain.
Yingque, who lived on the mountain, had a simple dream for her life as a god:
"Going out today?"
"Not today."
And eventually, her dream came true.
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At midnight, the sound of plowing came from the desolate mountain outside the city. The next day, an unnamed grave suddenly appeared at its peak.
A few days later, incense had stopped burning in every temple within a hundred li. But at the foot of the desolate mountain, incense sticks and candles were offered without end.
A peerlessly handsome monk in white passed by the mountain's foot and offered a stick of incense.
Qingdeng, hoe in hand atop the mountain, was so dazzled by his beauty that she kept feeding on the incense and candles burned by the people, then plowed up two more plots for graves.
Gods, if you won't listen to the prayers of the people while sitting on your altars, then you may as well be buried in the earth and receive a single stick of incense.
More and more divine bones were buried on the mountain. At last, one day, that monk in white flew down from the heavens and freed the wronged souls haunting the whole mountain.
The holy monk had a kind face, like a bright moon, untouched by the dust of the world.
Qingdeng dropped her hoe and cast her net to capture him, but the holy monk would rather die than submit.
In the dead of night, another group of divine slayers descended from the heavens.
Qingdeng snapped the prayer beads. One by one, the heads of the gods fell to the ground with them.
Qingdeng brushed her fingertips across the white-robed monk's closed eyes, pointed to the scattered limbs and severed necks, and said gently, "Let the gods bear witness: if you and I cannot have our happily ever after, I'll make sure these three thousand mountains and rivers are planted with divine bones."
Qingdeng had always thought those gods had come to kill her, until she pulled off his kasaya and saw with her own eyes the golden mark of divine punishment branded on his chest.
Only then did Qingdeng, blinded by beauty, begin to wonder: why had all the gods who had stayed out of the mortal world for three thousand years suddenly descended, and why had they all ended up right in front of her?
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Theme: Make the most of the years ahead, and never lose hope
Huahua, I'm going to read this novel carefully from beginning to end (it's not because it's been so long that I've completely forgotten it)
Give you a little flower~
[Advance collection of the next volume of "Demons in the barren mountains, incense flourishes"]: Gentle and murderous Green Candle Demon × White Monk on the run from the God Realm In the middle of the night, the sound of plowing came from the barren hills outside the city. The next day, an unnamed solitary grave suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain. A few days later, there was no more incense in the temples of the gods with a radius of hundreds of miles, but there were constant incense candles at the foot of the barren mountain. A handsome monk in white clothes passed by the foot of the mountain and offered a stick of incense. Qingdeng, holding a hoe in his hand, his eyes blinded by the beauty, sucked incense and candles burned by the people, and plowed two acres of graveyards. God, since you don't want to listen to the people's prayers when you put them on the altar, why not bury them in the earth and accept the stick of incense. More and more sacred bones were buried on the mountain. Finally one day, the monk in white flew from the sky and redeemed the innocent souls all over the mountain. The holy monk's face is kind, like the bright moon, not stained by dust. Qing Deng dropped his hoe and closed the net to catch people, but the holy monk would rather die than obey. At midnight one night, another group of god-killers descended from the sky. The green lantern tore off the beads, and the heads of the gods fell to the ground along with the beads. The fingertips of Qingdeng crossed the closed eyes of the white-robed monk, pointed at the broken necks and limbs on the ground, and said softly: "As evidence by the gods, if you and I cannot spend the full moon, I will teach three thousand mountains and rivers to be planted with sacred bones." Qing Deng always thought that the gods were here to kill her, until she tore off her cassock and saw with her own eyes the golden mark of divine punishment imprinted on his chest. Only then did Qing Deng, who was so lustful and confused, start to think, why did the gods who had not descended from the human world for three thousand years suddenly descend to the mortal world? And they all bumped into her?
Haha, the sweetness of this candy may be about the same as that of pear soup.
The name is nice and the writing is great. Read it slowly.
Okay, I am a fool. I searched in the wrong place. I don't use Weibo very much. With all this stupid operation, now I! I found it!
Hey, I found an author I collected a long time ago
Come over when it's finished and code it.
I'm a little afraid to read it, so I'll save it first
I feel like I'm setting a flag at the end of this article, so I don't dare to read it.