Holy Monk of Mysterious Technology

A parallel time and space where spiritual energy tides return. In the desert, Pharaoh awakens from his slumber with his army. Under the night, the vampires and the werewolves fought endlessly. The witch and the devil reached an agreement in the busy city, and the feathered serpent with seven pairs of wings opened its eyes in the cycle of death. Looking at the surging demons, the young and handsome little monk smiled, loaded the special bullet belt that had been fired, and slowly adjusted the black muzzle of the gun. "Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, six pure depleted uranium bullets. One breath of thirty-six thousand revolutions, great compassion to save ghosts and gods." Fang Zheng: The poor monk is a monk, so it is reasonable to bring an AK with him when he goes out, right? "Whether you are ferried or not is decided by my Buddha. The poor monk is only responsible for sending you to meet my Buddha."