At the end of the Dharma era, spiritual energy is so thin that all members of the world of immortality have become workers!
There is no world-ending catastrophe, no ancient secrets, only the frivolity of the third-rate Qingfeng Xiaopo Temple:
The eight-year-old Xiong'er, who looks eight years old but has an adult soul, is afraid of death and complains;
The gentle and quiet senior sister Hu Jinxian, a handicapped senior who explodes whenever she makes an elixir;
Er Xuantong, an old naughty boy who is a god in theory but useless in practice;
Plus a fat squirrel who is always stealing spiritual rice.
Others are cultivating immortals to strive for ascension and seizing secret treasures. We cultivating immortals only seek:
The Lingtian works less, the alchemy furnace does not explode, the spiritual fruits are available every day, and the master draws less cakes!
Alchemy = chemical reaction, drawing talismans = printing conductivity, sword control = wind balance, use scientific common sense to debunk the metaphysics of cultivating immortals!
When the spiritual field is short of water, ditches are dug. When the senior sister blows up the furnace, she establishes standardized procedures. When neighbors laugh at her, she gently slaps her face with rice incense and talismans~
Don't get involved, don't fight for hegemony, don't save the world, just live by the bad view, and live your life of cultivating immortality like fishing at work.
In the end, Qingfeng Temple did not produce a big boss, but instead became the most popular and convenient small temple within a hundred miles: spiritual rice, mosquito repellent charms, and non-explosion health pills, sold out every day!
