I Ask for Immortality with My Willpower

[I won the first prize in the village kindergarten composition competition, please feel free to eat it] The three worlds are in chaos, and gods and Buddhas close their eyes. Immortals eat the veins of dragons to stay alive, demons eat their souls to nourish themselves, and people kneel before the gods and Buddhas but cannot get even half a pillar of incense of mercy. Jiang Chuan transformed into a young Taoist priest of Baiyun Temple, awakened the wish panel, and decided to take a "stupid" path—— "A stick of incense burns the good ones, and a stick of incense burns the evil ones. This is how the law of heaven settles the account!" He exorcised evil spirits for foolish men and good women. He took no money but only three wisps of the incense of sincerity. He smashed the temple of corrupt officials and prostitutes with his backhand and crushed the golden body of the evil god: "Swallowing boys and girls? You are worthy of eating the fireworks of the world!" The genius of the Immortal Sect sneered: "Is the Clay Bodhisattva worthy of crossing the common people?" In his palm, three thousand people's willpower turned into a sword and pointed directly at the sky: "I don't care about the ants, but do I care about you bunch of marrow-sucking silverfish?" Everyone knows that the master of Baiyun Temple does not deceive in three ways: he does not deceive the old and the weak, he does not deceive the good people, and he does not deceive the righteous in his heart! If you encounter demon cultivators slaughtering villages and powerful people cooking people—— He stepped on the wind and thunder to tear apart the demon elixir, used the palm of his hand to break the golden elixir, and stuffed the evil souls into the incense burner: "Knock! If you knock the master of suffering away, I will reward you and be reincarnated as a pig or dog!" When calamity comes, the immortal gate closes the mountain and the demons cook the city. Jiang Chuan stood in front of the dilapidated temple, and behind him stood the lame veteran, the blind embroiderer, and the beggar he had rescued... Wisps of faint incense merged into a river of stars. He pointed his sword at the sky and chuckled as he said sincerely: "Everyone, please follow me - Light lamps for good people, bury evil people, and pray for a long and peaceful life in this chaotic world! "