Others come out as immortals, possess the spirit of immortality, burn incense and recite mantras, slay demons and eliminate demons, and save all sentient beings.
I went out to the Immortal, carrying spicy sticks, and negotiated the price beforehand. I asked for a reward for exorcising evil spirits, and I couldn't help but sneak a few bites of the fruit offered.
It's not that I don't want to be serious, it's that the immortal family in my family won't let me be serious at all.
My immortal family is called Jiuli, a nine-tailed fox who has been practicing for thousands of years.
Other people's immortals are gentle and compassionate, but mine is venomous, protective of shortcomings, loves to eat sweet peaches, and cares about my money every day.
On my 20th birthday, the incense in my old hall suddenly exploded with a "boom".
