When I woke up, I was dressed as a scapegoat in the imperial examination room.
There are three paths before you:
Confucianism asked me to write a 3,000-word ideological report, Taoism asked me to start by sweeping the floor, and the Buddhist temple said, "Donor, you are destined to be my Buddha"——
Only the demon clan directly said: "Come and be the prince's consort, and you will be provided with food and shelter!"
I touched my hungry belly and resolutely chose... Want them all.
From then on, he started a journey of cultivating immortality without doing his job properly:
He helped the Taoist Celestial Master to mediate the conflicts between husband and wife, ghostwritten Zen texts for the Buddhist monks, tutored the demon prince on "Five Years of Cultivation and Three Years of Immortality Simulation", and worked as a part-time technical consultant in the warlock black market.
Others rely on talent to cultivate immortality, but I rely on "flexible employment" to cultivate immortality.
Others use magic weapons to fight, but I use "Fairyland Labor Law" to fight.
Until one day, the big guys from the three worlds collectively came to our door——
The Jade Emperor's book of life and death was tampered with, the Buddha's ambition was copied and pasted, and even the Tiandao system was suspected of being infected by a virus.
They looked at the words "proficient in rules of many fields and good at cross-border mediation" on my resume and were silent for a long time:
"I'm afraid only you can do this..."
I looked at my account balance and sighed:
"Save the world? Yes, but you have to add merit."
