Datang, I Am Really Not a God

Traveling back in time to the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, Shen Changqing thought he was simply returning to ancient times, but he didn't know that the words he wrote with his own hands became a magical weapon to slay demons and ghosts; The red bricks he fired with his own hands have become a rare magic weapon in the world; Even the ordinary dishes he cooked with his own hands have become immortal delicacies that enhance cultivation; Those who ask him for fortune telling every day are masters who are about to overcome the tribulation and ascend; The little white* who wags his tail for comfort every day and eats his own leftovers is actually the Qingqiu Fox Fairy, who is willing to give up his dignity as a fairy just for a bite of food stained with his saliva. In Shen Changqing's eyes, those guests who wanted something from him always didn't bring any cash, but always used useless "broken copper and iron" to pay for it. It was so inexplicable that those customers began to call him a god. Shen Changqing, who grew up under the red banner, sternly refused: "I help people tell fortunes and draw talismans just for fun. You'd better hire someone else to do it." "What the Immortal said is true, we all understand..." Everyone replied in unison as always. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.