How much power can a low-level monk wield with his intelligence?
In the monastic world, the superiors have all the say. And she is good at manipulating them, so this is the battlefield that is most suitable for her.
She is a lobbyist, a spy, a strategist, the shadow behind the power, the person who secretly promotes the situation with her own judgment of good and evil. In order to cut off unjust suffering, you can pretend, deceive, and use yourself, even if you are martyred.
——This is how it should be.
But someone held her hand with the most fearless sincerity.
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On the surface, they look like [the crazy fighting Taoist] and [the gentle and smiling little follower].
In fact, it is a "strategist who sets up a series of traps" and a "sharp blade that strikes wherever you point it."
Feng Zheng: (It doesn't matter what you do, but I will definitely go if my girlfriend asks me to go) (Carries a halberd and sets off)
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Li Ziheng: The villain seems to be interested in her. What a coup.
After a while.
Li Ziheng: Wait, she is serious.
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Thousands of Miles Behind the Line√Reversal√Group Image√
The first volume is a "present-past" dual timeline narrative.
The second volume has been completed. Readers who prefer a humorous style can try reading from the second volume ( ̄▽ ̄)
Cultivation order:
Foundation Building-Golden Pill-Nascent Soul-Transformation into God-Out of Body-Mahayana
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In short, it is the story of a sharp-tongued politician and her pure and loyal dog.
(Hoarse) The author is expecting kind-hearted people to leave comments every day——
Intention: Human nature is fragile, power flows, but sincerity never fades.
Reader comments
I didn't expect that I could see the first incense in Jinjiang.
The author is so grateful to you. . . . I was about to shed tears. It turned out that Ah Bing was a virus. I really laughed out loud, but the writing style is really good, it has the flavor of youth pain literature. (I really thought it was a story about two critically ill patients relying on each other.)
I didn't expect that I could see the first incense in Jinjiang.
The author is so grateful to you. . . . I was about to shed tears. It turned out that Ah Bing was a virus. I really laughed out loud, but the writing style is really good, it has the flavor of youth pain literature. (I really thought it was a story about two critically ill patients relying on each other.)