Bab 88: Paper Army Strikes!

Today, the wind in Tushita Palace suddenly became noisy…

Why is there someone crying beside my ear?

Under a tree in the corner of the Tushita Palace's backyard, a young man in a blue robe frowned slightly.

As he was meditating, he looked at the blurry image that appeared in his head.

A short Daoist, who was five to six feet tall, leaned over and sobbed. Beside him, there was a pretty good-looking female disciple, who also had a pitiful look on her face.

The young man smiled bitterly and sighed.

Teacher, you're doing this again.

Since you are unwilling to go out, I want to cultivate in peace.

They are probably worshiping your portrait, Teacher. I don't have any portraits or sculptures that have been passed down to the primordial times.

Teacher, your realm is really too mysterious and amazing. You caused your karma to slip onto your disciple…