I have been pretending to be a mortal in the world of cultivation for three thousand years, and finally waited until the great path was perfected, ready to ascend in a low-key manner.
As a result, I ascended and was struck crooked by lightning, knocking me and the mountain to a village in the city in the 21st century.
In order to save money to rebuild the cave, I delivered food during the day and broadcast fortune telling at night.
The Cultivation Alliance sent an ultimatum: "Pay the three-hundred-year property fee within three days, or you will be expelled from the world of immortality!"
That night, I reluctantly sold the three-legged toad that was guarding the door of the cave.
The next day, there was an emergency meeting of cultivators around the world. The chairman of the alliance had a trembling voice: "Which fellow Taoist sold the ancient golden toad guarding the spiritual veins of the East China Sea?!"
