Opening a Supermarket and Cultivating Immortals

Zhong Ting is 23 years old this year and runs a small supermarket of less than 80 square meters. He thought he had retired early, but an old man walked in... "Boss, do you have a cigarette?" "Yes, which one do you want?" Zhongting said without raising his head as he was controlling Hou Yi to kill. "Does Hua Zi have it?" "Yes, 45." Zhong Ting stood up and took a box of Chinese. Since Pentakill was so close in front of him, his eyes were still staring at the screen of his mobile phone. ... Pendakill! Cool! Um? After the excitement, Zhongting finally realized something was wrong. "Damn it! Where is the old man? What is this? The Tao Te Ching?!" That's right, at this moment, he was staring at the tattered Tao Te Ching on the counter, and his guard was broken... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.