With Three Hundred Children’s Songs, You Condense the Buddha’s Dharma Image

“Disciple, this book can inspire truth, goodness, and beauty in people!”

“Three Hundred Nursery Rhymes? Wait, why does this scene feel so familiar? Master, could it be that you are...”

Not long after Li Wuyou transmigrates, the old monk who raised him dies and leaves him a copy of Three Hundred Nursery Rhymes as his final gift.

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Years later, the abyss descends, demons and monsters run wild, and the uncanny wreak havoc, leaving the world in ruins.

Li Wuyou appears in the air wearing seven-jeweled Buddhist robes, condenses a ten-thousand-zhang dharma form, and forges the golden body of Tathagata. Buddhist light radiates across the heavens, saving countless beings.

His palm covers the four directions and the eight wastes as it descends from above.

“Demon! Take this Tathagata Palm from this monk!”

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The demons of the myriad worlds: “Such a heaven-defying divine art, and you humans call it Three Hundred Nursery Rhymes?”

The forbidden-zone uncanny: “Am I the uncanny, or are you the uncanny? A copy of Three Hundred Nursery Rhymes, and you condensed a Tathagata dharma form?”