Let me start with the conclusion: I cultivated immortality in the Republic of China, and ended up becoming a performance artist!
I just wanted to vomit quietly, but I accidentally burped.
An aroma mixed with the smell of ginseng wafted out, and the cigarette addict next door became energetic on the spot. He chased me and shouted "Living Bodhisattva".
Everyone in the audience: "???"
I just wanted to draw a charm in a low-key way, but I ran out of cinnabar, so I grabbed a handful of chili powder from next door.
A "spicy exorcism charm" was posted, and the possessed ghost was so spicy that he burst into tears and cried out that he wanted to be reincarnated.
Prince of Hell: "No, why does this ghost smell like hot pot?"
I just wanted to practice wind control, but my energy became unstable and I fell into the chimney of a French restaurant.
When he came out, he was completely black. He was regarded as the new dish "charcoal grill artist" and won a lot of applause.
French chef (thumbs up): "Très bien! Performance art, I understand!"
I shed sad tears when I read the headline in the newspaper, "Eccentrics in Jinmen emerge in endlessly, charcoal-grilled monks lead the new trend."
Can this immortal get better? !
This 666.