I Play the Way of Heaven in the Mortal Bookstore

"I play the way of heaven in the mortal bookstore" ——You think I am living in seclusion, but in fact I am just a mortal; you think I am acting in Taoism, but in fact it is all your imagination! Because he was tired of eternity and loneliness, Li Youran, the Wuji Immortal Emperor who ruled the heavens, committed suicide and cultivated himself. He just wanted to find an ordinary life in the mortal world. He opened a bookstore called "Wangyouzhai" in Qingyun City, a small border town. He truly believed that he was just an ordinary mortal with greater strength and better memory. However, the trace of Taoism from his past life that he inadvertently brought out caused the entire world of immortal cultivation to fall into a crazy state of mind. The scrap paper he discarded carelessly was the supreme code of law that contained the supreme sword intention; The old book he used to prop up the legs of the table was a magical secret book that could cure an unparalleled physical condition; The cup of tea he brewed was enough to loosen the bottleneck of the Golden elixir monk and heal the Yuanying ancestor's Taoist injuries; The music he played casually turned out to be the sound of the Great Dao that cleansed the Taoist heart and tempered the soul; Even when he asked his disciples to sweep the floor and chop firewood, it was regarded as the supreme method to polish the mind and temper the foundation... The leader of the Tianjian Sect held the book "Educational Literacy" and burst into tears as if he saw the way of heaven; Su Xiaowan, who had the Nine Yin Jue Meridian, was reborn because of a book "The First Interpretation of Shaoyang" and vowed to follow it to death; the noodle shop boy Shi Meng wielded a hatchet to chop out the Chaos Taoist body, convinced that he was on the road to invincible physical cultivation; Zhongzhou Dagong Xuanjizi was willing to live in a house outside the city for a copy of "Bu Tiange"... Li Youran knew nothing about this. He just wanted to read a book, drink tea and live his life quietly. He watched in bewilderment as the monks worshiped him one by one, and as various forces secretly competed outside his bookstore.