After the God Was Demoted, the Little Taoist Nun Wang Who Took Juan Was Lying Down

Deeply rooted in the soil of Eastern mythology, it prefers to capture human fireworks. He is good at deconstructing the tradition of immortals and chivalrous people with humorous vernacular, and integrates the ancient wisdom of "Tao follows nature" into the vivid narrative of "immortals at the grassroots level". There are no immortals who do not eat fireworks, only the little gods squatting at the gate of the Tutu Temple, eating persimmons and worrying about KPIs. His writing style is like a commonplace chatter, in which he cuts through the eternal tension between rules and nature, performance and authenticity in the lighthearted chat, and finds a glimmer of freedom and ease in the gap between "lying" and "rolling". Wherever the letter comes, it is all dust. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.