Every day, I read ten hellish jokes, attack ten piles of crap, then randomly pick ten lucky passersby for a heated online argument, and finally repent to Buddha with absolutely no remorse.
At last, my merit was all used up, but I had become invincible.
I thought I was only invincible among humans,
until the dead buried during the day were dug out of their graves by me at night...
Wandering occultist, master who commands the heavens, half-step immortal, sovereign god at ease;
wronged spirits torment the mind, evil ghosts hurt the living, baleful fiends destroy virtue, and malevolent gods obliterate the Dao.
The supernatural is about to return. Perhaps tonight will see a hundred ghosts roaming the night!
But right now, there's a very important question...
Can someone tell me why I cultivated forbidden arts using Buddhist teachings?!
