I Really Don't Want to Be a God

Shen Changqing, who traveled to Zhenguan of the Tang Dynasty, thought he was in a normal historical world. Little did he know that the words he wrote with his own hands became a magical tool to suppress demons and ghosts; The dishes he cooked with his own hands became fairy dishes that improved cultivation; The red bricks he baked with his own hands have become a rare magic weapon in the world; Those who ask him for fortune telling every day are masters who are about to overcome the tribulation and ascend; The little white dog that wags its tail for petting and eats its own leftovers every day is actually the Qingqiu Fox Fairy, just so that he can eat some food stained with his saliva every day. Those guests always don't bring any cash, but use some useless "copper and scrap iron" to pay for their money. Inexplicably, those former customers began to call him a god. Shen Changqing, who grew up under the red flag, sternly refused: "I help people tell fortunes and write talismans. It's just out of interest. You'd better hire someone else."