After approving the official document for 78.9 Million years, Jiang Yi, the creator god of the heavens, finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Throwing away the jade pen, he took the yellow dog who stole the tribute and went down to earth for a vacation. Goal: 100 million years of paid leave. Schedule: Eat soup cakes, take a nap, and watch the excitement.
However——
He said "it's going to rain" and it rained heavily the next day.
He said "there are so many rats" and evil cultivators were dug up in the next village.
He waved his hand because he was too noisy. The bandits were gone, the evil cultivators were gone, and the mortals knelt on the ground: "Thank you, Mr. Yixian!"
If his dog steals a copper nugget, he can be wanted by the whole village; if he steals a jade pendant, he can be involved in the court; if he steals a spiritual peach, he can make two sects fight.
The inspectors from the heavens chased him all the way with compasses in their arms, holding unfinished official documents in their arms: "Lord God, please go back with your subordinates."
Jiang Yi wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, leaving only the back of his head exposed:
"I don't know."
