Buddha's Clothes Are Stained with Blood: Who Will Control the Ups and Downs of My Path to Immortality?

Lu Mingxin, the most Buddhist outer disciple of the Qingyun Sect, spends his days sweeping the floor, drinking tea, and pretending to be deaf and mute. It wasn't until his family-killing enemy walked past him with a smile that he remembered - What he cultivated was never the path of compassion, but the "Sword Art of Killing Immortals". "If this immortal road is destined to rise and fall," "I will become a Buddha by staining my blood, and I will be my own master." A Buddhist sweeping monk? No, I am the Lord of Shura Hall. Save your enemies today and save the common people tomorrow. Is it reasonable?