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After Traveling to the West and Being Canonized, the Boy Shancai Baked Naan in Luojia
The fictional reconstruction of Journey to the West is purely a fictional creation with non-religious content. Please do not contradict the real religion. Others are making trouble in the heavenly palace, but I am guarding the fire in the world." "End the era of saints and restart the origin of Taiyi. After successfully studying the scriptures, Honghaier was awarded the title of Good Wealth Boy of Luojia Mountain. The supreme status envied by immortals and Buddhas is just a prison for him. He ab
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Corpse Collector in Northern Shanxi
My name is Gao Erdan, I collect corpses by the Yellow River. Before my father disappeared, he left me a body book. Turning it over, it was the account he owed for thirteen lives. I have to return every one of them. There is a rule in the Jianghu in northern Shanxi: corpse collectors do not collect debts from living people. But the iron abacus of the Changchun Society has been sent, and they asked my father to repay his debt. I said: OK. Then give him what you owe him for the past twenty years——
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She Said I Was a Good Person and Then Transferred Me 14,000 Yuan
She called me "brother" and said I was the best person she had ever met. Three months, eighteen transfers, fourteen thousand yuan. Later, I joined a group with more than two hundred "best men" in the group. Their "girlfriends" share the same rhetoric, the same photos, and the same excuse for "mom is in the hospital." The script says: "18.8 Sir, nod your head - pay, mark 'Category B ripe' and enter the harvesting channel." It turns out that my good night for three months was just Chapter 3,
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Craftsman's Account
I climbed out of the coffin on the foundation and brought out a seven-star coffin nail. My father was beaten to death and I was buried alive. They said that Zhao Kun set the rules of the old street with money and steel pipes. They also said that as a coffin maker, I should wait to collect the body. I didn't say anything, I just wiped the old sign and pushed my father's plane. In the fragrance of cypress wood, with a flick of the ink line, the world divides itself. I used the ancestral art of
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Xin Zi Dao: Thirteen Tibetan Bureaus
My name is Liu Fengshou, from Tieling. I have a half-cut little finger, a book worth 500 yuan, and red plums 4.5 Yuan. On the night of the book distribution in Wenyutang in 1948, my father, Liu Changshun, changed all the books in thirteen houses. The secret secrets of the Kwantung Army, ancient books with blood ink, and the heads of the Thirteen Factions - he kept it a secret for forty years and carved the word "liar" on his grave. Now I take the knife and the game. How many fingers are ther
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