Debt, divorce, unemployment... At the age of thirty-five, my life has become a joke.
My name is Li Qing, a low-level worker struggling in Changchun. It wasn't until I was cornered by a debt collection call that I remembered the "Huangdi Neijing" that had almost become ashes on my phone.
They said Taoists were born to cultivate immortality, but I couldn't even sit still for five minutes.
But no one told me that the "Tao" may not be in the mountains, but in that life-saving breath every time life chokes me.
This is the story of an ordinary person practicing in the muddy world using the stupidest method. Not refining elixirs, not practicing qi, just seeking to keep the spirit within and never be ill.
