Would You Like Some Heart Demons?

[Bewitching, cold-hearted heart-demon shou x aloof, divine Buddhist powerhouse gong], evenly matched leads In his previous life, he suffered the abuse of thousands and the scorn of countless others. His bones were scattered in the dirt, and despite all his grievances, no one spoke up for him. Just before closing his eyes, he saw someone arrive late, walking on golden clouds. As tens of thousands cheered with delight, that person said only, "Amitabha." The Buddha saves all living beings. Why won't he save me? Five thousand years later, a demon lord appeared out of nowhere in the cultivation world. He had no form or name, yet fear followed him like a shadow, haunting everyone's hearts day and night. [I hear you've done every wicked thing imaginable and are terrified of being found out. You even tried to pin the blame on your disciple. Oh, don't worry, I'm not your disciple. I'm just a sweet and adorable little heart demon~] On the first day of the demon lord's appearance, dozens of cultivators went into qi deviation and crippled their own cultivation. The widely respected leader of a great sect confessed to countless misdeeds and begged everyone to punish him as he deserved. On the seventh day, a scion of a noble clan who was about to transcend the tribulation and ascend babbled beneath the tribulation clouds: "I don't want to become an immortal! I just want to visit a brothel! I just want to visit a brothel!!" The thunder was so angry it struck him for ten streets straight. On the thirtieth day, the various clans gathered at Tianyin Temple, begging the peerless monk there to step in and subdue the demon. They said that the monk had cultivated a golden lotus body, impervious to evil. With just a thought, he could enter that supreme state, free of joy and sorrow. Then the monk pressed his palms together. "Amitabha. I'm afraid I can't help." As he lowered his eyes with his hands clasped, they saw a sinister purple gleam flash through the eyes of the Buddhist cultivator bathed in Tianyin Temple's golden light. At the same time, a demonic whisper rang through everyone's minds: Idiots, he's mine. Idiots, he's mine. Idiots, he's mine... #The Buddha says every cause has an effect, and I'm your retribution# #To hell with Amitabha, I want my darling to cuddle me# The gong has hair, the gong has hair, the gong has a whole head of hair. Inspired by Red Leaf Temple, 21.12.27 Theme: .