Let You Go to School, and You Will Actually Develop the Cultivation of a Saint

"Brother, you are in a bloody disaster!" A slovenly-dressed old man said to Ling Feng, a college student. "Does Master really know how to calculate?" Ling Feng sneered and said nonchalantly. The old Taoist touched his mustache and said confidently: "I tell fortunes, there is no..." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a pair of size 42 shoe prints. "I wonder if Master has considered the disaster he will suffer today?" . . . . This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.