Black clouds were overwhelming, strong winds were raging, and waves of sand and gravel were rolled up from time to time. Yuxia stood alone on the empty, murderous street. The tattered T-shirt he wore for three to five years was crumbling in the wind. If it weren't for the holes in the clothes that leaked air, he would have died and gone with the wind.
But as if he was unaware, he looked up and stared at an astonishing scene in the sky: a red wooden corridor appeared above the clouds. There were several people in the corridor wearing red crowns, with straight eyebrows and eyes, hands crossed in front of their stomachs, walking forward in a row... At the same time, on the right side of the sky, a huge bronze Buddha statue emerged... And behind him, the cement pavement was broken, and at a glance it was bottomless black...
The lame Taoist priest had a high level of professionalism and turned a blind eye to Yuxia's fly-swallowing expression. He continued, "Blessed Lord, you have had a fateful opportunity to appear recently. You are actually born to save the world, but I am afraid that it will be accompanied by a bloody disaster."
Yu Xia smiled helplessly: "Old Taoist, you have also seen that I can beg for food even if I place a bowl at the entrance of Fa'en Temple. I really don't have much money for you to entertain yourself. Time is tight and the tasks are heavy. You should hurry up and find another partner. I am really not a good person."
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