The King of Hell Is Dead and There Is Something to Burn Paper

I heard that Lord Yama is so well-behaved that even the Emperor of Heaven prefers him. The Emperor of Heaven looked at the ruins of the Heavenly Palace, biting his handkerchief and bursting into tears: Who can take this Buddha away? I heard that Lord Yama is so talented that even the Buddha couldn't help but admire him The Buddha looked at the little King of Hell who was sincerely causing trouble in front of him and blew his beard angrily and glared: Quick, quick, drive this little ancestor away. I heard that Lord Yama's form and etiquette are so perfect that even the Queen Mother cannot find any mistakes. The Queen Mother looked at the little King of Hell in front of her talking about the past and the present, and nodded with satisfaction. A hairy girl, the Queen Mother looked at the little King of Hell who was choosing from left to right in her peach garden, with black lines all over her head. You don't mind choosing right and left, but you still comment on my flat peach! Gods from all walks of life: Damn it, how did the rumor spread? The Emperor of Heaven actually sharpened his sword when he went to court Immortal: "Your Majesty, this is against the rules." The Emperor of Heaven sharpens his sword even faster: "I sharpen my sword to the King of Hell." Immortals from all walks of life: "Well, it complies with the rules."