What's It Like to Be a Saint Without Knowing It?

As the owner of a novel bookstore, Zong Zheng Pingsheng has no grand ambitions of becoming rich. He just wants to lie flat and live a quiet, ordinary life.

But how can it be that a casual remark from him sounds to his customers like the celestial voice of the Great Dao, deep and unfathomable?

Any book sold from the shop, no matter how ordinary it seems, is in the eyes of his customers a profound, boundless, peerless secret manual, imbued with the mysteries of creation itself.

The cat and dog he raises are gods among gods, beings even the divine can hardly aspire to match.

Everything he uses, from his clothes to his shoes, is a supreme divine treasure coveted by others.

The leftovers he eats are miraculous elixirs in other people's eyes.

Everyone who sees him takes him for a supreme sage.

Zong Zheng knows nothing of this. He only knows that he is an utterly ordinary bookstore owner, nothing more.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.