I Really Didn't Mean to Become an Immortal

Shen Changqing transmigrates to the Tang dynasty during the Zhenguan era, believing he’s in an ordinary historical world. He has no idea that the characters he writes by hand become divine artifacts capable of suppressing demons and vengeful ghosts; that the dishes he cooks become immortal delicacies that increase one’s cultivation; that the red bricks he fires become rare magical treasures; that the people who beg him to tell their fortunes every day are all masters on the verge of surviving tribulation and ascending to immortality; that the little white dog who wags its tail for a pat and eats his leftovers is actually a fox immortal from Qingqiu, who comes every day just to eat food touched by his saliva. And his guests never bring cash, always paying him with useless “scrap metal.” Somehow, all his former customers have started calling him an immortal. Shen Changqing, who grew up under the red flag, firmly refuses: “I tell fortunes and draw talismans for people purely as a hobby. You’d better find someone else.”