I Am Respected in the World of Cultivating Immortals

Early June, evening. It's been raining sparsely today, and there's also a cool breeze blowing. On the corner of the street in Pingyang Town, there was a little beggar sitting curled up. Lu Yang looked at the empty streets and knew that he couldn't beg today. He smiled bitterly and had no choice but to get up and plan to leave. Walking along this street to the west side of the town, there was a dilapidated temple there, which could also be regarded as his home in this life. Lu Yang didn't know if Po Meng had forgotten to give him Po Meng soup and asked him to remember things from his previous life in the 21st century. He can also be considered a reborn person, but this life is even worse than the previous one. His mother died in childbirth when he was just born. When he was five years old, his father was buried alive because he went to help others dig mines. After his father's death, the house was occupied by his second uncle's family, and he could only live on the streets begging for a living. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.