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Tang Wenqing killed the bamboo horse in public, fell asleep in the ice and snow, and woke up a hundred years later.
She jumped from a casual cultivator to a casual immortal, and found herself in a ruined temple.
The clay body sat on the table, with many mortals underneath, making a noisy mess.
A hundred years ago, an unknown cultivator killed the Demon Lord by himself and then disappeared without a trace.
When I found her again, she had been dead for a long time.
Somehow this incident spread to the mortal world, and the people were so sad that they built a temple in her honour, hoping that she would become an immortal.
I have been worshiping him for many years, but my spirit has never appeared.
Once the temple collapsed and the golden body was destroyed, people came and went, and fate gathered and scattered.
I don't know who reshaped the clay body for him, cleared the table and placed it on the top.
The nameless ruined temple with a clay Bodhisattva sitting there has since become a refuge for beggars.
The story begins with the appearance of the Clay Bodhisattva...
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Ten reincarnations, life after life of loneliness.
The nameless little beggar struggled in the mire, hearing no sound and seeing no hope.
He was pressed under the Clay Bodhisattva, his face covered in blood, and in front of him were countless angry faces and fists.
He raised his head with difficulty to look at the Clay Bodhisattva and laughed at himself.
There are no gods in this world.
The dilapidated temple, which had been abandoned for countless years, suddenly received a divine light.
The Clay Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows and opened his eyes.
Intention: Good people will be rewarded with good things, and evil people will be rewarded with evil things.
