Hao Xian, a social animal, was hit by fragments of rules and transformed into the "rules body" of a ruined temple in another world.
Invincible, but unable to get out. Abiding by the rules of peace, those seeking death will die automatically - without even raising a hand.
So he lay down: farming, raising dogs, and watching the world.
A hundred years later, the ruined temple has become a "place with rules" at the foot of the mountain - the refugees can survive, the medicine in the medicine field is seven or eight times better than outside, and the exercises he casually deduces can make people practice to the limit of human beings. No one knows that there is a god behind this place who is too lazy to speak.
Thousands of years have passed, and the foot of the mountain has turned into a small town, a state capital, and a country. Dynasties changed again and again, gods came and went, and because of his existence, the human world slowly took on its own shape. He has seen too many people grow from babies to gray hair, and has seen too many dynasties rise and fall. Throughout the whole process, he only thought of one thing: The sun is nice today, so let's enjoy the quilt.
Until something stared at his world.
Finally he moved. It's not that I'm afraid of trouble—it's that others bully me right to the doorstep.
