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 "The Judge" by Musuri
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 The bells and whistles of "cai jī" x the poor ratio who lives in a mansion
 There was once a patriarch in the line of judges, but now no one dares to mention him because of his famous reputation.
 Only Wen Shi was still abiding by the rules, and worshipped the portrait of the patriarch with green faces, fangs, and flowers and willows every day. As a result, he came to worship a sick tenant.
 The tenant stood in front of the portrait and asked: Who painted this?
 Smell: me.
 ...
 Don't ask, ask is moved.
 Content tags: supernatural
 Search keywords: Protagonist: When I smell it, the dust does not reach (Thank you) ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
 One sentence introduction: Be a person
 mortal deceased
 Chapter 1 Returning
 Brother Wen told me that he was an immortal person. Every time I close my eyes, after a few years, I will climb out of the Wuxiangmen one day.
 In 1921 Qingming, in Tianjin Wei, I remember it rained a lot. He came out of Wuxiangmen for the 11th time, covered in blood. I rushed to pick him up and couldn't help but ask a question.
 I said, why bother to come, go all the way, and always have to come back alive, is there anyone who can't let go?
 He was not easy to get along with as rumored, he ignored me, turned around and left. After a long while, he turned around and asked if I had anything to eat?
 Later, I read some old books and found out that the judges are in the same vein, full of clarity and impartiality, and what they cultivate is no hanging, no hindrance and no obstruction. The question I asked that day was a daydream, and I read a lot of words.
 This year, Gu Yu was given to him by me personally. Two pots of paper were burned, and seven incense sticks were lit. His appearance did not change, just the same as when I picked him up.
 Houshan Baimei has opened three branches, I don't know how many years he will be able to sleep well this time.
 April 25, 1995, it rained heavily
 Shen Bridge in Xi'an
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 "Twenty-five years."
 "What?" The driver raised his voice subconsciously.
 This year's Qingming Festival, Ningzhou is also pouring rain. When the taxi came out of Jiangjun Mountain, it was already dark, and for the nth time, Jiāotong broadcasted to remind "slippery in rainy days, pay attention to the road ahead", but the driver couldn't help but look at the people in the back seat.
 He picked up two strange guests, one old and one young.
 The little boy was very thin, he was only six or seven years old, but he was wearing a T-shirt that was too wide. He seemed to have fallen and was wet from head to toe, half rain and half mud. Before getting into the car, the driver pulled out a large towel for him, but he didn't say thank you.
 To be precise, he didn't say a word until he suddenly said a word. The voice was low and cold, without any milkiness, it really didn't look like a child.
 The driver suspected that he was listening wrong, and couldn't help but ask again: "Little boy, are you talking?"
 The boy didn't say anything, just looked at him. The eyes were reflected in the rear-view mirror, and the pupils were large and black.
 The driver added: "The radio was too loud just now, and my uncle didn't hear it clearly, so he heard twenty-five or five years or something."
 The boy remained silent.
 The driver gān laughed twice: "Children?"
 The valve core of the child may have been pulled out.
 The old man next to him finally couldn't see it, and said with a smile, "He's answering my words."
 The driver murmured even more after hearing this, "Did you talk just now? I found that I had a problem with my ears when I entered a mountain."
 "No." The old man turned the old ring on his index finger, rubbed the word "Shenqiao" on the ring with his dry finger belly, and said, "I didn't say it just now, I asked before."
 The driver said "oh".
 He didn't know how long ago the "before" meant, otherwise he might not go "oh".
 There are many rumors in the area of ​​General Mountain, and no one wants to come here on weekdays. That is to say, business has been deserted recently, so as soon as Didi called, he took the order and regretted it.
 There are no street lights in this area, only the reflective strips on the guardrail glow faintly. The rain was really heavy, and the shadows of the trees on both sides were twisted and twisted, like draped hair.
 Sometimes I glanced at the rear-view mirror suddenly, and felt that the faces of the two people in the back seat were as pale as paper.
 While meditating on the psychological effects and psychological effects, the driver couldn't help but feel a little fuzzy. He could only relieve himself by chatting, and the more he understood, the more panic he became...
 He asked the old man in the back seat, "Why did you come to the mountains in this shabby weather? It's hard to get a car here."
 The old man looked at the boy beside him with kind eyes and said, "It's difficult, there's no way, I have to pick him up."
 Driver: "...Oh."
 He didn't dare to ask why a child would wait for someone to pick him up in the mountains, so he had to say, "It's raining really hard. The temperature has dropped recently. Is it cold for the child to wear so little? Why don't I turn on the air conditioner?"
 The old man still smiled, shook his head and said, "He won't be cold."
 Driver: "...Oh."
 This "not cold" and "not cold" must have the same meaning. He thought so, but the sweat was already down.
 He rubbed his hands on his trousers embarrassedly, glanced in the rearview mirror again, and pretended to say: "This child in your family is really good-looking, at first glance, he looks like a handsome boy with fair skin— "
 It was all white.
 "—How old are you, it's time to go to school?"
 The little boy who had been holding his head in the back seat finally couldn't listen anymore, raised his face, stared at the driver in the rearview mirror for a few seconds, and his stomach growled.
 The wet water dripped down the tips of his jet-black hair, and he licked it.
 The cracked lips said, "Hurry up, I'm hungry."
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 There once existed an honorable founder of this panguan school of cultivation. His reputation was illustrious, but nowadays nobody dared to mention him. Even if they did, all they said was, “He met a miserable end.” 
 Only Wen Shi still abided by the rules. Every day, he would pay respects to the founder’s ferocious, colorful portrait, but because of that he ended up summoning a sickly tenant. 
 The tenant stood in front of the portrait and asked, “Who drew this?” 
 Wen Shi: “Me.” 
 Don’t ask. If you do, you’ll just end up feeling touched.
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 One day, the sacred church will collapse, the kingdom of the clouds will fall, and the high gods will also fall! 
 Until then, only magic will live forever! 
 –Horn Memmheling 
 ps: Magic construction article, tells the story of the protagonist Horn relying on the meager magic inheritance to establish a magic system in the magic wasteland Ceylon continent.
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 Yo, it’s gone, it’s okay, I have a system.
 Yo, the prince wants to hurt me, it’s okay, I have a system.
 Yo, the enemy country is invading, it’s okay, I have a system.
 Yo, Concubine is waiting for me in the bedroom, it’s okay, I have… ahem… I’ll do it myself.
 You said that your subordinates are like clouds and counselors are like smoke? It’s okay, my subordinates also have countless followers recruited by the system.
 You said you have a peerless killer? It’s okay, come on, Byakuya, cut him!
 You said you have an invincible general under your team? It’s okay, go on, Huo Qubing, fuck him!
 You said you have a master of illusion? It’s okay, come on, Itachi, fuck him!
 Now, Qin Yi is considering a very important thing.
 When the enchanting Daji, my king Saber, placed in front of him.
 Does he summon all or all?
 This is a story about Qin Yi’s rebirth in Tianyao Continent, conquering the sky, conquering the land, conquering the sea and the air, and finally conquering everything.
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 Reborn back to the 1980s, George thought he would be super genius, movie tycoon, financial giant, king of Hollywood, fashion giant, national husband, this series of supreme titles in his glorious life as a traveler. . 
 Unexpectedly, during the enlightenment education, what his grandmother told him was not Grimm’s fairy tales, but became the history of the magic world… 
 Here is Hogwarts, the School of Magic, here is the genius Hermione, and here is the world of Harry Potter! 
 “It seems that before fulfilling my wish, let’s kill Voldemort first.” George said helplessly.
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 An inner disciple, Chu Yan, was accidentally bound to the elder sister’s fate.
 From then on, Chu Yan learned ten times the achievements of the elder sister’s practice.
 “Elder Sister, this is a hundred-year-old fire spirit fruit, please accept it with a smile!”
 “Elder Sister, a thousand-year-old divine beast’s inner elixir will help you break through the extreme realm!”
 “…”
 “Why am I so kind to you? I am Chu Yan all my life. With only one sword, I only want to conquer you all my life!
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 Chu Yunhao, a third-rate disciple of the first-class sect in the world of self-cultivation, the “Tianxin Sect”, was completely destroyed by Tianxin’s thunder for stealing the “Pearl of Inheritance”.
 Misfortunes do not come singly, and a top flight attendant who claims to be his fiancee also came to find fault.
 Chu Yunhao, who inherited all the cultivation methods of Tianxin Sect, began his sturdy life. The most sexy stewardess, the curvaceous president, the pretty nurse… flock to… this book QQ group (118713907)
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 A hundred centuries ago, Daoist Jing Yuan died from lightning. A hundred centuries later, he comes back to life, but discovers that the stars have shifted and the world has transformed by leaps and bounds.
 Marketplace: Selling herbs for 10 coppers each, alleviates fevers and detoxifies, reduces swelling and relieves pain.
 Jing Yuan: Isn’t this the main precious herb used for Foundation Establishment Pills?
 Auction house: Advanced level cultivation method starting at 30,000 spirit-stones!
 Jing Yuan: Isn’t this the trashiest cultivation method you could find anywhere on the streets?
 Art gallery: “The 100 Influential Figures of the Cultivation World”
 Jing Yuan: Aren’t these my good friends A, B, C, D and old enemies 1, 2, 3, 4?
 Bookstore: “Jing Yuan: A Biography“, “Memoirs of Jing Yuan“, “An Intro to Daoist-Master Jing Yuan’s Legendary Life“, “Honored Master Jing Yuan Teaches You How to Guide Qi into the Body“, “The Seven Habits of Founder Jing Yuan”
 Jing Yuan: ?? Isn’t this me? Wait, when did I gain seven habits?
 The companions he once journeyed with have long passed away, and not even 1/10 of the formerly glorious cultivation legacies remain. Yet, in this world without him, his legend still exists. This kind of feeling, is a bit embarrassing…
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 A Chinese student died in Europe due to a strange flying accident, and because of that accident, he took up a strange task. Resurrecting back in time, he became involved in the smoke of World War II.
 This describes his journey as he survives in this world of chaos, while maintaining his ideals.
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 Duwei is born in this new world from Earth without making any sound, he does not cry, he just stares at the people around him. As he grows he does not speak and curses this new world in which he is forced to live. 
 His father a great general of insurance he must have aptitude for something, nevertheless he is not more than trash. Ignored by his family as the “ret*rded” heir. 
 This is the story of your journey to discover the truths of this world and use the knowledge of your past life to remove your title of ret*rd, even if you have to become a devil.
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 In a mass ambush at the Battle of the Gods, the four major guilds with all their armies surrounded one man alone: McRae, known by all players as the God of War.
 But even the God of War could not survive alone against hundreds of attackers.
 Yet, when McRae opened his eyes again, he’d returned to the first-day launch of the game, [Divine Domain]- and he still had his full-level character, with all classes available to him to switch freely between at any time.
 With all his previous memories, McRae knew that their entire world would soon merge with the game world, where death would become permanent… And so he turned on Divine Domain once more-- this time fully aware of every detail about the players, the treasures, and the game itself.
 Before the four guilds were even formed, McRae would have a guild and an army of his own.
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 I really just want to lose money! T_T
 Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
 These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
 Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
 Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
 “If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!”
 “How difficult can it be to lose money?”
 Indeed… how difficult can it be?
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 1 drop of blood = 1-Up
 Other people game overnight, I game overnight and bleed.
 Ever since the dimensional storms descended upon Earth, numerous dimensional zones have appeared, bringing with them all kinds of dimensional creatures—Immortals, Buddhas, Devils, Angels, Elves, etc.
 Yet, all these strange dimensional zones can turn into dungeon instances on my phone. Other people risk their lives adventuring, I spend all my time gaming.
 Monsters drop dimensional crystals that boost stats, imbue new skills, and join me as Companion Beasts. These Companion Beasts fight alongside me or alone, augmenting me with their skills and strength. Rare monsters in real life? I’ll just restart the game with a drop of blood to grind it.
 I really need a blood transfusion.
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 Survival is easy. Life is very difficult. My family wants not to live in humility, but to live a proud and glorious life. My family, will not be slaves!
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