[Buddhist style + relaxation + humor + anti-involution + various imagination]
After traveling through the world of immortality for twenty-two years, my greatest skill is making sugar water.
Until the day when the spirit roots were tested, the six-colored miscellaneous spirits were regarded by the whole sect as the "foundation of the great road".
I was given the title of "Qianji Sanren".
Junior sister spreads rumors everywhere, saying that I am responsible for everything and have control over everything.
My senior sister asked me about my bottleneck in swordsmanship. I pointed at the cloud and said it looked like a chicken leg. She realized it and split the mountain guarding formation with one sword.
Fa Xiaoda came to the ring to beg for candy. I gave him two pieces and he won. From then on, candy became the hard currency in the world of cultivation.
I said I really don't know how, and they said it was modesty.
I said I couldn't do it, but they said this is the way to behave.
I said I really didn't want to be an immortal, and the whole world of cultivation knelt down and begged me to become one.
Sixty years later, I walked down from the altar with the cat in my arms and returned to the foot of the mountain to open a tea shop.
The new kid stuck his head in and asked me what I did before. I lowered my head to cut fruit and smiled: "In the past... They insisted on me being a fairy."
