I knocked down the ginseng fruit tree with one blow, but underneath the tree were full of baby corpses.
Inside the Five Immortals Temple, Zhenyuanzi raised his sleeve, revealing a sinister smile.
As the branches swayed, countless clear winds and bright moons fell from the ginseng fruit tree, laughing wildly as they surrounded me.
The entire Mount Wanshou trembled, devoid of immortal aura at the Daoist gate, only the purgatory of the end times.
Why speak at all?
The Buddhist sect arranged one accident after another, yet always relied on others to solve them?
When the Golden Cicada descended to the mortal realm, it was said to be gilded. But then someone claimed that eating the Golden Cicada could grant immortality. As a result, Senior Tang became a walking elixir, coveted by all kinds of demons.
Who can be blamed for this?
Moreover, when Senior Tang, with the Golden Cicada, descended to undergo tribulations, he was to face eighty-one challenges. But what was the first challenge?
The one who died was Chen Guangrui, Senior Tang's nominal father, who was taken by bandits, and the one who was violated was Yin Wenjiao, Senior Tang's nominal mother.
Who did Chen Guangrui offend?
Why should you, Golden Cicada, descend to face tribulations, while I have to suffer along? Why should a charming wife have to spend so many years sleeping with a bandit?
Di Ting remains silent, not because he doesn't understand these things, but because he can't bear to see them. After all, who was Di Ting in the past? Wasn't he Jiang Ziya?
Upon the completion of his journey to the West, the venerable Tang Monk, with his merits and virtues, passed away.
He met his demise under the huge mouth of his disciple, Sand Monk.
Thus, the ten generations of pilgrims seeking scriptures all perished at the hands of one person, and in an instant, the world turned upside down...
My cousin, who had always excelled in her studies, suddenly went crazy before the college entrance examination.
The next day, the richest family in the village, the Diao family, sent a sedan chair to marry her off.
The villagers all laughed, saying, "The Diao family is so shrewd, marrying a crazy bride?"
A few days later, my cousin's academically challenged husband got into college.
That night, my cousin passed away.
On the fifteenth of July, during the grave-sweeping festival, I suddenly saw her appear on the ancestral altar in my home.
She was greedily swallowing gold ingots.
She had returned.
We finally obtained the true scripture.
The Great Leiyin Temple shrouded in black aura, the Thousand-Armed Guanyin brought us a basin of black water.
"Drink it, and you will live as long as the heavens and the earth."
The voice of the Tathagata echoed from all directions.
I saw countless maggots wriggling in the black water, and an eyeball slowly surfaced.
"Damn it! I knew this old man wasn't a good guy!" The master kicked the table away, "Wukong, take action! Kill his whole family!"
Above the Nine Heavens, the Tathagata shook his head and sighed heavily:
"It's happening again."
"Who dares to intrude upon my Mount Ling?"
The formidable Buddha Sun Wukong brandished his Ruyi Jingu Bang, stirring up a sudden storm in the heavens and earth.
Shiva gently pushed out his hand, causing the Ruyi Jingu Bang, weighing thirteen thousand five hundred catties, to be pushed away into the distance, unable to approach even a hair's breadth.
Sun Wukong bellowed loudly, his body radiating dazzling golden light from the Buddhist wheel, which even outshone the sun's brilliance.
"Wukong, cease!"
After acquiring the ability to read minds, I discovered that my apprentice harbored sinister intentions towards me.
While having a meal face to face with him, he said: "Your lips look so soft, I want to kiss them."
When we were fighting monsters downhill, he said: "I'm so tired, I want my master to hold me."
Later, he became even more brazen: "I want to..."
I couldn't bear it anymore, I slammed the table and scolded my apprentice, pointing at him: "Your thoughts are filthy! Face the wall and reflect on your actions!"
My apprentice looked pitifully at me with teary eyes, saying, "Master, did I upset you? It's all my fault..."
I am a demon who married a Taoist priest.
In my husband's eyes, I am obedient, kind, and unable to take care of myself.
But I can't continue this act anymore.
As soon as I opened my eyes after pretending to be dead, I saw my husband, who shines like the bright moon, looking at me coldly: "Madam, tired of playing with me already?"
My parents lay in a pool of blood before me, the sword in my hand still stained with their fresh blood.
"They are no longer mere mortals, but monsters."
"We cultivators must exterminate them!"
The entire village was slaughtered, but my senior brother told me it was for the greater good.
But what is the greater good?
Is it the colossal eye covered in tentacles that I saw?
"The Ancestral Dragon is dead!"
The gates of Changsheng Platform swung open as the messenger boy stumbled and tumbled in, shouting at the top of his lungs.
Ying Zheng is dead?
"The Ancestral Dragon is dead!"
He raised the silk in his hand high above his head, as if holding some terrifying, fulfilled prophecy.
I took the silk from his trembling hands. The vivid painting on it depicted a carriage, and lying inside the carriage was the emperor I knew so well, Ying Zheng.
But.
"He is not dead!"
Looking at the young man accompanying the carriage in the painting, who bore an uncanny resemblance to a young Ying Zheng, I roared,
"In pursuit of immortality, he is no longer human!"
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