The Legend of Fishing Master Cultivation to Immortality

Sitting by the river for a thousand years, my coir raincoat and bamboo hat turned into charcoal in the sun, and I crossed the three realms with a swing of my fishing rod - fishing for the evil dragon in the Yama Hall and the koi carp at the Peach Club. When the float sank to the bottom, there were strong winds, and the Dragon King was seen bargaining with the pole; the fishing line was wrapped around the pillars of Nantianmen and tied into a tight knot to serve as a rope for climbing to the immortality. The bait was mixed with gold elixir, and Meng Po soup was used to make the nest. The fish was protected by half a basket of Yang crucian carps and half a basket of Yin soldiers, and finally he fished himself into the list of gods. Cigarette butts are piled up into incense on the shore, and plastic stools have long since developed spiritual intelligence. When they see people, they shout: Fellow Taoist, it's time to survive the thunder tribulation! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.