The Taoist Priest Came Down the Mountain and I Became a Beggar in the World of Mortals.

I am Zhenren Jingwei. I have practiced Taoism for five hundred years in Qingcheng Mountain. I have perfected the golden elixir and am only one step away from ascension. On the day I came down the mountain, Master left me a note: Enter the world of mortals to refine your heart. So I became a homeless person under the overpass. Scroll through barrels, sleep on cardboard, and pass by people walking around. It turned out that a criminal group was targeting me. They thought I had no identity or family, and that I was the perfect prey - if I was maimed and thrown on the street, I would be a cash cow. Drugs, wooden sticks, steel pipes, hatchets, whatever comes into play. The stick broke. The steel pipe is bent. The hatchet collapsed. The group of people held up curled hatchets, their hands shaking like chaff: "What on earth are you killing?!" I'm just a beggar. A beggar they couldn't afford to mess with. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.