Hongjun, the Doctor in West Lake, Knelt Down and Called Me Master

I was working as a poor man by the West Lake. I couldn't pay the rent and relied on Bai Suzhen to help me. Everyone in the city laughed at me as a waste. Until that day, Fahai brought Bai Suzhen with the Eighteen Arhats. I flicked the golden bowl to pieces with one finger, pierced the golden body of the Arhat with one needle, and cracked the jade purification bottle of Guanyin with one stick. When the Tathagata came, I smashed his six-foot golden body with a pestle; when Sanqing came, I used four silver needles to suppress the four swords of the Immortal Killer. Hongjun came, knelt down with a bang and called me Master. The gods of the three realms knelt on the ground, and I waved my hand: "Don't kneel, the landlord is deducting my rent because the floor tiles are cracked." Later, the Western gods knocked on the door, and I pointed to the backyard: "Thor is drying the wolfberries, Zeus is lighting the fire, and Jehovah is lighting. We need someone to wash the medicinal herbs. Come on." I am just a doctor, and I just want to dry the wolfberries in peace. Whoever messes with me will be in trouble. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.