Sun Shier, who came from a small village at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, is a genuine "old antique" - he carries a mahogany sword on his back and a cinnabar charm. His mind is filled with the "introduction of Qi into the body" and "alchemy techniques" taught by his master, and he firmly believes that there is spiritual energy flowing between heaven and earth. But when he stepped into the bustling city with a rag bag on his back, he discovered that the "cultivation" here was completely different from what he imagined: no one believed the exorcism charm he drew, but some programmers thought it was a new type of code; he tried to absorb the "exorcism" in the office building "Aura", I breathed in the air-conditioning exhaust for three days and sneezed for three days; even the "magic weapon for overcoming tribulation" (a jade pendant engraved with runes) that my master had warned me about when I went down the mountain was repeatedly inspected by the subway station security inspector as a suspicious metal.
On the one hand, the master sent a message remotely urging him to "build the foundation as soon as possible, and don't be confused by the mortal world." On the other hand, there were endless "technological attacks" in the city - he couldn't understand why "flying" relied on airplanes instead of using swords, and he didn't understand that "thousand-mile sound transmission" also required phone bills. He was even more shocked that humans can live for half a month on takeaways without using "Bigu Pill". When his roommate, an atheist programmer, took his discarded talisman paper to analyze the "ink composition", and when the company boss asked him to use "metaphysics" to consecrate the product to increase sales, Sun Shier stood on the neon-lit street and lost himself in thought: Perhaps in this era, "cultivating immortality" is not about changing one's destiny against the will of heaven, but first learning how to use talismans to repair the boss's broken screen mobile phone?
