Fengshen: the System Forces Me to Kill My Destiny

In the Xiqi firewood shed, Zhou Xiaotong was wiping the rusty copper basin and yawning - how could he, a modern comedy anchor, end up as a low-level handyman in the Chan School? "Ding! Detected three miles to the southeast, 12 fragments of wish power x 12 woodcutter's gratitude, 3 fragments of merit x 3 saved an injured wild fox! The host grabs it quickly, otherwise it will be picked up by the cultivator monks!" The moment the system exploded, the rag bag in his waistband suddenly glowed - while others were stuck in practicing Qi for ten years, he had already saved half a bag of Qi Luck fragments; Jiang Ziya was so worried about food and grass that his beard fell out, and he patted his chest: "Uncle Jiang, let's use 'complaint-style negotiation', and I'm sure to make the food transport team laugh until they take the initiative to increase the amount!" When Jie Jiao's Ten Jue Formation was under pressure, the handyman took out the newly synthesized "Funny Fan" and teased the leader of the formation so hard that he slapped his thigh: "No fight, no fight, this guy can chatter better than my nephew!" Who would have thought that the handyman who was always scolded for being "lazy" was stuffing his fortune into his own pocket... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.