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Wu Poxutian

Wu Poxutian

Xuanhuan

Little Monk

226K0

A true master combines all things into one, combines yin and yang to form a Tao, shatters the void, and breaks through the Hongmong. He can go up to the place of the Nine Evils and the Heavenly Gang, and down to the place of the Nine Netherworlds of Yama. He can come in and out without distinction, life and death have no name, but I will live forever!

Record of Death and Life

Little Monk

1.5M0

There is no immortality in the world. Since ancient times, immortals have been responsible for protecting the world, and finally turned into a wisp of spiritual energy to feed all things in the world of mortals. Thousands of years ago, a meteorite broke into the world and brought two "uninvited guests from outside the world". The immortal obtained the secrets of "immortality" and "real ascension" from the meteorite and an awakened "boy from outside the world"... A few years later, the world All the gods, saints and Buddhas are at large, and the demons and monsters have also disappeared. Only an old man with a pipe in his mouth, who likes to raise cats, play fish, and bet with others, is left, quietly watching the worldly temples, looking coldly at the spring and autumn of the rivers and lakes, day after day, year after year.

Record of Death and Life

Little Monk

1.5M0

There is no immortality in the world. Since ancient times, immortals have been responsible for protecting the world, and finally turned into a wisp of spiritual energy to feed all things in the world of mortals. Thousands of years ago, a meteorite broke into the world and brought two "uninvited guests from outside the world". The immortal obtained the secrets of "immortality" and "real ascension" from the meteorite and an awakened "boy from outside the world"... A few years later, the world All the gods, saints and Buddhas are at large, and the demons and monsters have also disappeared. Only an old man with a pipe in his mouth, who likes to raise cats, play fish, and bet with others, is left, quietly watching the worldly temples, looking coldly at the spring and autumn of the rivers and lakes, day after day, year after year.