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Eighteen-year-old Zhao Ji, a bodhi tree grew from the spiritual platform. The bodhi fruit hanging between the branches and leaves can awaken magical powers. An eminent monk gave him instructions: The Buddha's bones are made in heaven, and they resemble dragons and elephants. So Zhao Ji decided to become a monk. To become an eminent monk with abundant alms bowls and thousands of wealth pots. But why are the Buddhist magical powers awakened by the Bodhi Fruition all Taoist methods? Peach wood drives away ghosts, bronze mirrors illuminate demons, golden needles save souls, and paper horses travel at night. The shadow turns into a fairy palace, and the real dragon is the eye-catching point. In this world, the plants and trees become refined and the rats and wolves speak the language. The divine way holds incense, the immortal way knocks at the gate of heaven, and the demons mess with yin and yang. In order to become an immortal, in order to transcend. Zhao Ji held the golden bowl for subduing demons with his left hand, and raised his sleeves to attract thunder from the sky. Evildoer! I can tell at a glance that you are not human. The mighty heavenly dragon, the World Honored Ksitigarbha, the Prajna Buddhas, the Prajna Bama Kong!

In the troubled times of the late Ming Dynasty, Chongzhen hanged himself on Meishan night. Li Zicheng's horse hooves broke through Tongguan, and the Eight Banners outside the pass watched eagerly. When the world of the Blue Blood Sword collides with the martial arts taboo of the Divine Eagle, Yan Heng practices the Nine Yin Manual in reverse, triggering the time and space anchor point, and accidentally comes into contact with the crazy Ouyang Feng. "Junior! The meridians should go to the yin, and the anger should rush to the jade pillow!\