扎纸：别烧了，棺材里祖宗没死透
[Paper Saint] [Folk Custom, Mystery + Ancestor + Paper Effigy Craft] [No System, Republic of China] The Xu family ancestral teaching: it is easy to create killing karma, but hard to cultivate cause and effect. Descend to save the resentful with the underworld, save those in suffering with the yang realm. 'When the King of Hell calls the roll, paper figures take the place of the dead!' Xu Bansheng attained enlightenment through his family's inherited paper-effigy craft, climbed to the Thunder Tribulation Stone on Mount Longhu himself, and tried to summon heavenly lightning to prove his Dao. But he did not have the fate of an immortal. At the critical moment he was ambushed, and when the first heavenly thunder fell, he was struck crying. He ran back to the paper-making shop. He put himself into a coffin, sealed his seven apertures, cut off his heartbeat and breathing, and pretended to be dead in hopes of passing the heavenly tribulation. Who could have known that after closing himself off like that, a hundred years would pass in the world. A century later, Xu Bansheng woke up choked by smoke and fire. Opening his eyes, he saw his unfilial descendants holding torches, about to burn him. 'Go to hell! I'm not dead yet!' Looking at the room full of shoddy paper figures with missing arms and legs, and then at the demons and monsters shouting outside, Xu Bansheng sighed and casually folded a child figure... 'How has this world become even more chaotic than it was before I fell asleep?' That night, paper figures opened their eyes across the city, and ten thousand ghosts marched at night. This is the presence of a paper-effigy ancestor!
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