There are mountains in the Western Wilderness where snow falls all the year round. There is a sea in misfortune, cut in half.
There are two sayings spread among the gods: Before the scenery, I saw this white mountain. After the misfortune, I knelt down when I saw this mountain.
Remember, stay safe.
Xiaoxian looked up at Kunlun: Can you not kneel?
The old immortal smoked a piece of incense: There is the Emperor of Heaven above and the Demon Lord below. Do you know why they both died at home after the battle of Mi'edu?
The little fairy's legs went weak and he knelt down in front of the green mountain.
Yingque, who lives in the mountains, has a simple dream of becoming a god——
"Are you going out today?"
"I'm not going out today."
Then the dream came true.
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[Request for collection] "The demon has a barren mountain, and the incense is flourishing"
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.
The green lamp holding a hoe on the top of the mountain, his eyes blurred 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?
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