Fengshenbang Xiaozilang

When the Immortal Official of Lingxiao Palace found Su Yan, he was squatting at the door of the bookstore in the West Market of the capital, filling in the missing words in a torn-up copy of The Analects with half a bowl of cold porridge. The immortal official wore a crimson official robe trimmed with silver thread, stepped on the muddy ground full of rotten vegetable leaves, frowned so hard that it could kill flies, and spoke in an official tone from heaven: "Su Yan, there is a summons from heaven, come with me." Su Yan didn't even raise his head. He held a rat-whisker pen between his fingertips and carefully filled in the empty half of the word "ren": "I'm not going. I haven't finished the schoolwork that's due next month, so I'm going to waste my wages." He is a calligrapher. To put it bluntly, he is a poor scholar who repairs old books and corrects typos in bookshops. My parents died young, and I only had a younger sister by my side. Three years ago, my sister contracted a strange disease. There was no cure for it. She fell asleep and never woke up, becoming a living dead. Most of the money he earned was thrown into the drug store without even making a sound. The Immortal Official sneered, and with the tip of his finger, the half piece of silver in Su Yan's arms that was used to prepare medicine for his sister instantly turned into a piece of gold, saying, "The errand for heaven has been completed, gold, elixir, and immortality. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.