Immortal Lord descends to earth | Setting up a stall to sell talismans | Market fireworks | Two-way healing | Oriental fantasy
The 3,200-year-old Immortal Lord was demoted to earth.
He lost all his magic power, was penniless, and couldn't even afford a bun.
The girl at the wonton stall was kind and gave him two buns.
He said arrogantly: "I won't take what you have for free, I will draw a Taoist talisman for you to pay off your debt."
As a result, the talisman really works——
The woodcutter, who had suffered from insomnia for three years, slept on his pillow.
Meng Hulu, who had been secretly in love for eight years, held the widow's hand for three days.
The candidate whose hands were shaking before the exam was admitted as a scholar.
It spread to ten and hundreds of people, and "Xianfu Shop" became popular all over the Internet from the corner of the vegetable market.
No matter how trivial the world's troubles are, he can draw the right talisman.
He said "I disdain you", but his body became more and more accustomed to being needed and thanked by others, being dragged by that girl to the night market and stuffing candied haws into his mouth.
Until the old enemy from thousands of years ago broke the seal and the evil spirit enveloped the whole city.
In the dark air, the maniacally laughing face suddenly froze——
"Immortal Lord, you actually... Have a mortal heart?"
Ling Xuan put down his talisman pen and raised his eyes.
"It's not your turn to touch my human world."
——
Heaven is too far away, but the vegetable market is very close.
Fireworks in the human world are the only way to achieve perfection.
