Nan Zhi was the laziest little deity in the divine realm.
While other deities were busy receiving prayers from their followers, she was watching immortal dramas. While they cultivated their divine powers, she napped on the clouds.
Then her name on the Merit Stele turned so dark a red it was nearly black, and the Heavenly Dao flew into a rage. “Go down to the mortal realm and pay off your debt!”
When she opened her eyes, she was 999.9 billion in debt and standing outside a dilapidated temple.
“Hey, want to return to the divine realm? First, earn a hundred million.” A smiling official handed her A Modern Deity's Survival Guide.
Nan Zhi stared at the three cockroach legs in the incense burner and fell into thought.
Suddenly, an influencer barged in with a phone held up. “Guys, I heard this run-down temple is haunted?”
Nan Zhi floated by the rafters, the hem of her skirt swaying gently. “Devotee, would you like to offer some incense?”
