Taoist Priest, Stop Chanting, Taoist Heart Is Broken!

In this wasteland world of immortality where the heavens have collapsed and the gods are distorted, reason is the greatest curse, and madness is the normal state of survival. The gods and Buddhas all over the sky have long been turned into indescribable pieces of flesh. The immortal cultivators take devouring flesh and blood and worshiping them as the right way. Until one day, the young Taoist priest Li Changsheng came down the mountain. He suffers from a rare "cognitive disorder." In his eyes, this hell composed of mountains of corpses and seas of blood is a paradise paradise with singing birds and fragrant flowers and simple folk customs. The suture monster covered with tentacles and leaking pus was, in his eyes, a "kitten that only knows how to act coquettishly." The demonic sword made of human bones and full of resentment was the "peachwood sword used to prune flowers and grass" in his hand. Those demonic cultivators who were skinned and cramped and committed all kinds of evil were kind-hearted lay people in his opinion who "didn't even dare to kill chickens." Then, the nightmare of the world of immortality came. When Li Changsheng smiled and stretched out his hand, wanting to "touch" the trembling Ten Thousand Years Ghost King—— "Be good, don't be afraid, Pindao just wants to check your body." The next second, the Ghost King was forcibly "healed" amidst the shrill screams and turned into a ball of flesh that exuded holy light and kept praising the sun. … Many years later, when Li Changsheng stood on the "auspicious clouds" piled up by the corpses of countless ancient gods and looked down at all living beings, his face was filled with compassion: "Although the world is sick, it doesn't matter. I will use my love to heal all of you." At their feet, countless surviving immortal cultivators cried bitterly, their Taoist hearts broken: "Taoist Priest, please accept your magical powers! Stop showing kindness, we really can't bear it anymore!"