A Thousand Years Ago, I Was a Snake

Five hundred years ago, I was a snake. The bamboo forest grows up and bites countless people. The world hates me and hates me because I poison the common people. Later, his body was burned in a fire, and his soul was cut off by the jade-blood sword, and his supposed consciousness was wiped out. However, a faint remnant soul is floating among the human world, hanging on the fingertips of Buddha holding flowers... The fate is not over yet, the calamity fire is not extinguished. My story really begins from that moment.